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A Husbands Tale

         Let me tell you a story about a man that found a little seed in the wilderness. 
Being so facinated with its beauty, he decided to plant the seed to see what it would turn out to be. 
         Finding the right soil, the man gently set the seed into some well seasoned ground. He then watered it and covered it with his hand of love. Each day he watered and nurtured the seed with his love while giving it plenty of sunlight to help it along. At times, the seed had to struggle to survive. But between the man and the seed, eventually, it broke through the soil to the world above.
         As time went by, the seed became a small tree with roots spreading out in all directions. The man watched. So proud was he to see the seed blossoming into such beauty and strength. He loved the tree so much. He protected it from the elements until it had grown enough to protect itself. Never realizing...that the trees branches were spreading out reaching for the sky. And the many leaves it was nurturing on its own...gave little time for the man that had given it life.
         Through no fault of the tree itself, it had developed into something independent enough that nature had taken over to help it to survive. In the meantime...the man that gave the tree life, has been cast aside. Put to pasture like one of the trees falling leaves...Someday to fall to the wither and die.
          To be forgotten like the winds of time, and as the wind blows away the dust that was once the seed of life into the unknown void of creation, never more to be. The only thing that this man that gave the tree life and hope ever wanted was, that the tree never forget , its beginning came from a lowly, humble man that loved the tree more than life itself. His heart, once filled with so much love, is now filled with emptiness.

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