A swollen old tree, Blue and Smokey. Where a knot, extended Splits into the ground. A Home, a muse. Beauty not built, But shaped by opportunity. It holds a place Living a lifetime Right off the wayside. Do you notice, Or would it pass you by?
A closed mind, Is a closed door, Is a lost opportunity That could have changed a life.
Each and every one of us has the opportunity to be brave and stand up, be civil and listen up.