“The greatest moment
of the life of a tree.
All those years, capturing
sunlight, making it stronger
growing straight and true, sacrificing
itself in the end, for yet a more noble
existence.””Just feel the perfection” he said, running his
fingers along the surface of the flooring.
“Smooth, lacking knots, such beauty,
I’ve never before owned”.A voice wafted up towards him, a bit less
appreciative, than his noble thoughts.
“Are you going to do me again, or would
you rather make love to your precious flooring,
being Oak, no less, because this whole experience
is beginning to bore me a bit…….”