the tree
in the field
in the field
found a buddy
a pal in the form of a cloud
secrets were shared
souls were bared
games were enjoyed
tricks were employed
a day in the life
of two once-lonely boys
who somehow had found each other
games were enjoyed
tricks were employed
a day in the life
of two once-lonely boys
who somehow had found each other
as night creeps in
the tree
whispers almost inaudibly
will you be here tomorrow
the cloud says oh yes
and we’ll make up more games
but if the wind comes
i may not look the same
you’ll know it’s me when you
the tree
whispers almost inaudibly
will you be here tomorrow
the cloud says oh yes
and we’ll make up more games
but if the wind comes
i may not look the same
you’ll know it’s me when you
say my name
my name is best friends forever
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© 2016 kStan(ly) Lanning
this story was brought about by the Daily prompt – clouds,
and this amazing picture by Bessi, courtesy bing.com/images
and now it’s telling me it would be crazy to leave it out of the Daily Prompt – wind
and insane to not let it play with the Daily prompt – tree
© 2016 kStan(ly) Lanning
this story was brought about by the Daily prompt – clouds,
and this amazing picture by Bessi, courtesy bing.com/images
and now it’s telling me it would be crazy to leave it out of the Daily Prompt – wind
and insane to not let it play with the Daily prompt – tree
kStan(ly) kSays 
Good post. I certainly appreciate this site. Stick with it!
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thanks so much! i’m glad you found it.
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So glad cloud didn’t just move on. A charming story of friendship.
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thank you. it’s a favorite of mine.
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I love this poem.
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thank you. it has a simple sadness to it. purely prompted by the picture.
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