The Forgotten Land

Sunday, October 05, 2008

There once was a tree, huge and beautiful.
A kid stumbled across the big and beautiful tree.
He played by the tree and fell in love with it.
Swung himself from the vines that were drooping down.
Sat on the branch to watch the sunrise and sunset.
Slept by the ground with the roots as his pillow.

The boy loved the tree, so did the tree.
The tree loved the boy as he was dear to it.
As years went by the boy slowly spent lesser time with the tree,
until one day he stopped visiting the tree.

One day the boy came back, the tree was very happy.
The boy told the tree.
I need money, can you give me money ?
The tree gave it some thought.
It told the boy, pluck all the fruits on the branch and sell them.
You will get the money with that.
So the boy picked the fruits and did not return.

As year went by the tree grew even bigger but wasn't able to bear any fruits.
The boy came back to visit the old tree, as a young man.
The tree was excited and thrilled to see the young boy again.
This time the young man told the tree.
I'm getting married i need to build a house for myself.
Can you give me a house ?
The tree pondered before saying, here take my branches.
Cut them off, it should be enough to build a house.
So the young man did as he was told and did not return after.

The wind blew as each day passed by, the boy did not return.
One day the man returned.
He was worried and frowning.
The told the tree. I am tired of this place.
I want a boat so i can travel to the other side and see new places.
So the tree thought for awhile, cut my log and make it into the boat you wanted.
The man heeded the tree and did as he was told and sailed over to the other side.

Season passed, winds blew.
Spring, Summer, Autum and Winter came to past.
Yet the boy did not return.
But one fine day, an old man came over to the tree.
The tree was unsure at first but soon joy filled it's heart.
It was the young boy who had grown up.
The Tree told the old man.
Before you tell me your troubles i would like to say.
I cannot give you anything more.
For i have nothing left to give you.
I am nothing but a stump.

The old man, had tears in his eyes.
He told the tree, i am old,
weary and tired of fighting in this world.
I just want to sit by your side and accompany you.
If you would allow me to do so,
please let me sleep beside you like in my younger days.
I wish to be with you till the end of my days.

and the frost fell...
those glassy crystal orbs... Shannon left a note @
11:17 pm

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About Me

Crossroads

Memories Of The Wind

Whispers Of The Forest

Whistle While You Walk

The Trodden Road

Memories of the forgotten

Sunday, October 05, 2008