The Pepperman and the Laughing Tree

I OPENED A DOOR TO THE SOUND OF LAUGHTER. UNSURE WHERE IT CAME FROM OR WHERE IT WENT AFTER. IT MOVED THROUGH THE AIR. AS IF IT HAD FORM. I HAVE TO ADMIT IT. THIS WASN'T THE NORN. I LOOKED STRAIT AHEAD. SAW A PURPLE ISH TREE. NOTHING OR NO ONE. OTHER THAN ME. I WALKED TOWARDS THE TREE. SAT ON THE GROUND. INHALED THE BEAUTY AS I LOOKED ALL AROUND. THE TRUNK WAS TALL. MAYBE FORTY FEET HIGH. FROM WHERE I WAS SITTING IT REACHED INTO THE SKY. THE BRANCH'S WERE MANY IN EVERY DIRECTION. THE LEAVES WERE SQUARED AS I SAT THROUGH RECEPTION. A WARM GENTLE BREEZE STARTED TO BLOW. THE SQUARED PURPLE LEAVES SHIMMERED AND GLOWED. THEN I HEARD IT AGAIN. THE SOUND OF LAUGHTER. AS IF IT WERE RUNNING FROM THE TREE TO HEREAFTER. THE FEELING OF BLISS SWIRLED AROUND AS I WAS SITTING ON THIS HOLLOWED GROUND. 07252020