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The tree stump sits in the corner of the back yard,
well away from the house, away from prying eyes,
A memorial of a proud tree standing tall, full of life
Although, even in death it remains a vision of beauty.
Upon it a child of five lies on his back with his hands
behind his head, knees pulled up, staring into the sky.
His uncombed hair and dirt covered clothing evidence
of a day spent deep in the imagination of childhood.
His eyes take in the myriad of sights this evening.
Bright white clouds drifting in the darkening sky,
birds darting from tree to tree, calling to each other,
The red tint on the horizon indicating the end of day
With intense concentration on the world above,
something happens and the child is mesmerized.
The sky itself speaks to his emotions, calling forth
buried feelings and awakening all of his senses at once
The red sunset talks to the anger that resides within,
frustration from uncontrollable events and actions.
Betrayals of those who should love and protect him
creating chaos and confusion in a mind yet so young.
The clouds mimic the fear that is with him always.
Their rolling turbulence blocks the sun and warmth
invading both waking hours and his nightly dreams,
threatening violent storms and raging winds.
The blue sky has a calming effect, its endless depths
soothing the anger, hushing the fear in his heart,
speaking to his very soul in comforting whispers
as the soft voice of a mother to a frightened child.
The child stares motionless into the darkening sky,
the world slowly fades as he slips into blessed sleep.
He hears an angel's voice and smiles, as his mother
picks him up and cradles him safely in her arms
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