The Old Oak Tree Beckons

I hear a whisper a little bit ahead of me, drawing me closer to the meadow.

Listening the best I can. Ìt seems to move even farther ahead of me.

I keep following the whisper and in the distance I see the silhouette

Of an old tree. The closer I get, I see it is quite old with branches full of

Oak leaves, perhaps a mother tree. However, Ìt was standing alone in

The meadow. The nearer I draw to Ìt, there appears to be a bench

Welcoming me to sit for a while. I am glad for that opportunity and

Hurry my pace to reach Ìt. On the bench, as I approach to sit down,

I see there is a notepad left on the seat. I get comfortable on the bench,

and then my curiosity gets the best of me. I reach down to open Ìt.

On the inside, I read: “ You are right where you are supposed to be.”