My Grey Tree. By themischievousannaJuly 13, 2016 ( 4 ) There are days I am Like that Tree, The one that gestures At the edges Of my grey, And reminds me That I will be ok. Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Art, illustration, WritingTags: art, dreams, fiction&poetry, inspiration, poetry, writing Related Articles Under the wasted rubble. By themischievousanna2 months ago Another subject. By themischievousanna2 months ago The Messiness of Illusion. By themischievousanna2 months ago 4 comments › Jonathan Caswell July 14, 2016 • 5:26 pm Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented: GOOD TO KNOW. CAN I GET MY OWN GREY TREE??? LikeLike Reply ↓ OLBM July 16, 2016 • 12:53 am Simple but highly profound. Love the photo. LikeLike Reply ↓ ritoma July 16, 2016 • 1:16 pm The sheer magnitude of thoughts this piece invokes is simply mesmerising. I’m in love. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ themischievousanna July 16, 2016 • 1:25 pm ❤️ thank you! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.