The Tree
A tree stood outside with it's leaves filled with vibrate colours. A nirvana of feelings poured from the tree (which is considered not to emote) and straight into my soul. It became a part of my day, it became a second in my life, it became a feeling in which could never be conquered. It told me never to fear, it told me never to feel scared, it told me to stand out from the crowd without any hesitation.
It didn't tell me, it showed me.
The leaves glistened many colours; reds; browns; and greens. Euphoric in its conduct. It waited for the years to pass by just to gain that centermeter closer to reaching the sky. It reached for its dreams, reach for everything it wanted from its slow, never ending life. It wasn't bashfull but rather did what it could to reach higher and higher.
The tree reached year after year after year. Slowly the forrest around him thinned out, slowly his friends became dinning tables and antique rocking chairs. But he was left behind. He was still alive. Slowly he found himself surrounded by bricks, steel and glass. Everything around him paved and humans rushing in and out of places they call shops. He was happy to see these creatures go about their day to day lives, and strived off the people forever pondering under him.
The tree died when he no longer had the energy to move. He had reached the limit of his life. He looked over many things as his last leaves fell to the cold bricks below. He was happy he stood out, he was happy he was himself.
If he wasn't himself and proud of it, he would be far gone by now, with a family using his dead carcus to eat off of.
He might not have made it to the stars, but what a life he enjoyed.
By Adam Leinonen
(mind the spelling mistakes)
It didn't tell me, it showed me.
The leaves glistened many colours; reds; browns; and greens. Euphoric in its conduct. It waited for the years to pass by just to gain that centermeter closer to reaching the sky. It reached for its dreams, reach for everything it wanted from its slow, never ending life. It wasn't bashfull but rather did what it could to reach higher and higher.
The tree reached year after year after year. Slowly the forrest around him thinned out, slowly his friends became dinning tables and antique rocking chairs. But he was left behind. He was still alive. Slowly he found himself surrounded by bricks, steel and glass. Everything around him paved and humans rushing in and out of places they call shops. He was happy to see these creatures go about their day to day lives, and strived off the people forever pondering under him.
The tree died when he no longer had the energy to move. He had reached the limit of his life. He looked over many things as his last leaves fell to the cold bricks below. He was happy he stood out, he was happy he was himself.
If he wasn't himself and proud of it, he would be far gone by now, with a family using his dead carcus to eat off of.
He might not have made it to the stars, but what a life he enjoyed.
By Adam Leinonen
(mind the spelling mistakes)