Five Minute Friday: First


Close up of the circles on a cut log.

(So, I’ve been participating in a “writers’ flash mob” of sorts called Five Minute Friday. In response to a one-word prompt, hundreds of writers sit down and write for five minutes flat. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation; unscripted and unedited. Here’s today’s edition…setting the timer….)

Five Minute Friday: First


The tree grew straight and strong, stretching its branches to the sun, moon and stars; sinking its roots into the soil and rock.

Season after season it grew, soaking up the water and soaking in the light.

Animals and birds found shelter in its branches; moss and lichen attached to its bark.

Wind screamed against it and a stream whispered nearby.

Now fallen, a log reveals its story.

The first circle marks the beginning…the early days.

Its stationary journey now nearly complete, the tree returns to the earth to begin again.



One thought on “Five Minute Friday: First

  1. Touching words and a little sad as we think about a life cut down and returning to the earth but also good to think about our life and what we are called to do in the time we have. Thank you for sharing your words with us! (Your neighbor at FMF) Happy Friday to you!

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