The Lone Tree - A Live Write

This small story is written at 3:30 in the morning.  It came to me as I lay unable to sleep.  It is unedited and it is first raw moment.  However, as I thought about this, I thought of two friends that might need to hear it.

Once there was a lone tall tree.  It stood on a knoll looking down at small stream that had sung to the tree as it had grown.  The lone tree had sent its roots deep into the ground to touch the stream.  It was nourished by its gentle caress te...