A tree stood as guardian at the river's edge, a landmark on the less-traveled path, waiting for the pilgrims needing her protective shade.
Today, that tree is gone. Its roots are the stars, its leaves the meteors and comets of the bright summer-night sky.
The river continues to flow. The pilgrims safe under this new evening light.
Bettina Madini, River of Life
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