Live long, my friend, be wise and strong. But do not from any man his song.

To return to my own trees, I went among them often, acknowledging their presence with a touch of my hand against their trunks.

But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer. And looking around, I noticed the other small trees and wild plants and grasses had sprung up under the protection of the trees we had placed there. The trees had multiplied! They were moving. In one small corner of the world, Grandfather's dream was coming true and the trees were moving again.

I write a story in my head. I see the story like a movie.

But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer.

love is undying,of that I feel certain.I mean deep,abiding,cherishing love.The love that gives protection even as you,my guardian angel,gave me protection long after you had gone-and continue to give this very day... A love beyond Death-a love that makes Life alive!

I was nostalgic even as a young man. Preferred listening to Opera not Bing Crossby.