By Rich Calo
A young man with a beautiful imagination decided to rewrite the sorrows of the world and turn them into joys. He sat and wrote, his back against a young oak.
But there was so much sorrow in the world that he never moved again, and the tree grew, and grew, and swallowed him in its trunk.
The oak is ancient now.
In the fall when its leaves come down, the November winds carry them to the far ends of the earth, each a tale of joy that finds its way into the hands of the one whose heart needs it most.
Beautiful! Absolutely love this story.
Poignancy at it’s best!
Brilliant! I’m going straight into my garden to find the story that is meant for me.
Well written and simply beautiful!
And a joy to read…
This is beautiful and brightened my day!
A rich and wonderful tale, so great in its scope.
Lovely.
what a wonderful explanation of the joy we feel from beautiful fall leaves.
Its messages of joy! love it!
this is stunning! well done
Beautiful!
When the breeze picks up the leaves from our oak trees, I will think of your story. Beautiful.