Be as it may

what was the story on me mind

which memories remain

time has shiftly swept - away

was it all in me head

did it happen in me mind

did I act it all the time

was it all in the world

time as broomly swept - away

which memories remain

what was the story of me life

The forest at night

Its only slightly past nine, yet the dark is gathering full strength over the trees of my likes. Or rather they look to be us, but that's just because they wish they were one of us: able to grow where nutrients are scares and exist high up in the fresh mountain air.
It was wonderful out there. In the forest, listening tothe few birds that were still up and about, and the sounds from the flowing stream, just after dark. I should probably not have been there, out in the cool air. But if you need time and somewhere to think, I can not think of any other... Then in this Norwegian Wood of mine.
My past questions are answered. They led way for the past to arrise. Now I linger in this old, oh so very old, genuine Norwegian Wood, where I saw my roots once. If I look again, carefully this time, who knows? maybe I'll see them again.
Think I can see some old oak over there, in between those proud Pines. The short "chumpy" green little Thing at the left, will forever more be as it was and were to be; of the past. Nonetheless it's being shall never fade though it may be trapped by time. This is where my heart lies, and shall be kept from the world.

I am home.

old oak = good friend

The letter

Katrine Furu

02/04/08

Dear friend

Hello.
There has been a silence wind building up, blowing from far a way in the land where you exist, for far to long. I may be ill but I am not blind nor am I deaf. Don't take me for dead yet, so may you please speek up...
What is new with you, are you doing fine, is something wrong?
Why am I left standing so alone, at the spot were we used to laugh.
Open up to me - remember I am here for you and I will always be - or help me Gods, for then I'm lost. But has long as I have friends like you I will be here for you, I promise on all that I hold holy. I can only help if my heart is told. So if there's something you need, speek up, let me know and I'll consult my best adviser. So don't repeat my wrongs. They are worngs for a reason, since they help nobody nor do them make you feel better...only lonely.
Remember i am a tree and my leaves fly with the wind. No matter where you are, I will be there in a minute if you will it.

Yours sincerly
The Pine up north