05-18-2007, 12:00 AM
One night when I was a still a boy, I took a walk into the moonlight through a nearby forest. It was a full moon and there was a mist in the air. I was enchanted by the mist and went farther than usual. I came upon some talking trees.
They were not talking aloud but were communicating with thought or so it seemed.
One large tree was dying from within and the other which was half its size was pleading with it to not give up. The older tree was tired and would answer it couldn't hold on any longer.answer. This conversation went on for perhaps twenty minutes and then there was a sound I heard with my ears. A pop if you will.
I knew with silent knowledge the old one died.
The younger tree was silent. I sensed it felt me then.
I walked away in silence. I wanted to tell it something but I knew it knew how I felt.
The next day I went back to the forest to find the trees. It took awhile but I found them.
The large tree had fell in the middle of the night and knocked the smaller one over as well. Both trees were unrooted. I knew the younger tree was dying. I tried to push it back but it was too heavy. I ran back home and told my grandmother about the trees. She listened but didn't see what she could do. Dejected I returned to the dying tree.
I cried for it and put my hand on it.
I could feel its spirit slipping away. The tree was silent from then on.
Since then I guess I have closed my ears to trees.
I still love them though. Lone Wolf
They were not talking aloud but were communicating with thought or so it seemed.
One large tree was dying from within and the other which was half its size was pleading with it to not give up. The older tree was tired and would answer it couldn't hold on any longer.answer. This conversation went on for perhaps twenty minutes and then there was a sound I heard with my ears. A pop if you will.
I knew with silent knowledge the old one died.
The younger tree was silent. I sensed it felt me then.
I walked away in silence. I wanted to tell it something but I knew it knew how I felt.
The next day I went back to the forest to find the trees. It took awhile but I found them.
The large tree had fell in the middle of the night and knocked the smaller one over as well. Both trees were unrooted. I knew the younger tree was dying. I tried to push it back but it was too heavy. I ran back home and told my grandmother about the trees. She listened but didn't see what she could do. Dejected I returned to the dying tree.
I cried for it and put my hand on it.
I could feel its spirit slipping away. The tree was silent from then on.
Since then I guess I have closed my ears to trees.
I still love them though. Lone Wolf