Love

To Mother

Love is a beautiful thing. Love starts as a small seed. When the seed is planted in some one's heart, the love seed grows and grows. One day it is no longer a seed but a tree filled with enough love for every thing or animal. Everybody has a seed. Even the burglar and killers and other people like that have seeds. But nobody will help them to plant their seeds. Often branches of the love tree break off but they are replaced most of the time. If everybody grew their seeds, there would be enough love for five worlds. But unfortunately that is not so. Even so, the world will always be filled with trees and breaking branches and falling leaves, but "Love" will always be a beautiful thing.

THE END



This story was written by my dear friend of 30+ years, Tinkerbell Wilson. She wrote this on Easter, April 22, 1973. She was 9 and 11/12 years old and already filled with much wisdom.