When your weary,,,,, I will hold you

I saw them with my very own eyes.
Look very close and you will see them hug each other.
Look at them, as they rest their heads next to each other.
Look at them as they sway gently in the wind.

It's been so very long now, since Owlburt, my owl friend has been gone.
Do you remember the sad story, of when Owlburts forest was cut down ?
He must be traveling around this big world
because
He has no where to live!
I tell myself that Owlburt is somewhere.
But where?
I miss Owlburt so very much.
Last night as the moon was shining through the windows, onto my bed , I thought that I heard Owlburt. Hoot, hoot hoot.
I guess I may have been just wishing.
Sometimes, I wish so much.
Do you wish, like me?
Ohhhh, the WONDEROUS storys that Owlburt would tell-
and they are all so true,
very true.
Once, Owlburt told me a story, that I never forgot.

This was the story
Maple and Fir were two trees who lived in the DEEP forest.
They lived in the forest for 505 years.
They did not look like each other.
They did not speak the same language-
but they loved each other very much.
They stood right next to each other in the tall forest.
Together, Maple and Fir weathered all the storms and roaring winds that came their way.
Maple and Fir were homes to many birds and little squirrels.
They would STRETCH out their arms to the sky, and lend a nice comfy place for birds to land.
They would sing to each other when the wind howled.
They would hold each other tight as they swayed in the breeze.
They had many wounds and scars from the big storms.
But scars and wounds did not matter to Maple and Fir, they would say, "it just built character. "
It made them stronger.
Maple and Fir were the trees that Owlburt loved to sit upon , high on their branches.
Owlburt would listen to their storys about how they were little itty bitty trees "once upon a time", and then they grew up, with all the rest of the trees, in the mighty forest.
Owlburt was very wise.
Very wise.
I believed everything that Owlburt said, to be the whole truth.
I believed him, even though I never saw Maple and Fir.


And then what happened next, is so magical.
My moms and I took a walk up the big mountain road.
We wanted to see what the big saws had done to all the trees in the forest.
It was a long , long journey up the long, long, winding log road.
Shadows were casting strange designs on the ground.
As time started slipping from the sky-
it was getting dark.
Very dark.

'Hooooot, hoooot' - what did we hear?
And there up ahead in the clearing- where all the trees once stood- were 2 trees standing alone.
One tree was hugging the other. Their arms were wrapped around each other.
The trees were rocking in the wind- , they swayed.
And I heard these words ," Don't be afraid, I will hold you up. I will be strong and not let you fall- keep on keeping on- don't give up, come on- don't give up".

And then a big shadow flew over us, and flew into the distance. It was Owlburt!
His story was true- it was not a tale.
There they stood- the two of them together, Maple and Fir.
My moms never heard the story, because I never told them,, but now they saw it for themselves.

I know somewhere out in the sky- Owlburt is living.
I will listen closely for when he hoots words of wisdom to me.
I will remember his spoken words, "You cannot change what is over".
You never know the miracles that are out there unless you listen and look.
This was the journey of Maple and Fir.
Goodnite Owlburt.
And how do I know all this is true?
Because it was seen through the eyes of Tweedles.
Owlburt is hooting outside my window, this very moment,
and I am not imagining.


Nitey nite
love
tweedles