Paul Day Paul Day
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I really love this opening paragraph.

Deborah Boydston Deborah Boydston
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Allen I think it is just a typo but you are missing a space after your third sentence. Other than that great beginning paragraph.

John Tucker John Tucker
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I suggest a comma at ....'All I know is, I was planted...'

Deborah Boydston Deborah Boydston
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"The rains would come and weep with me and the wind would sing through my hair." Awesome ling.

Sheena Koops Sheena Koops
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Sing through my hair... love this.

Paul Day Paul Day
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"It was by that I came to be known" makes more sense.

Deborah Boydston Deborah Boydston
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Should "hame" be "name" in the first sentence?

Daniel Bird Daniel Bird
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This is a very eloquent piece you have here so far, seeming to hold a kind of 'spiritual' essence about it that is hard to ignore. Awesome! I like it!

Paul Day Paul Day
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"I felt, deep within, that" Comma before that.

Deborah Boydston Deborah Boydston
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Also space between "that" and "somehow" in the first sentence

John Tucker John Tucker
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Cool story so far. :-)

John Tucker John Tucker
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drop the 'that' in the second sentence.

Deborah Boydston Deborah Boydston
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space between "true!" and "I feel".

Arien Mills Arien Mills
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There shouldn't be a comma after felt. Just "In reality, I felt it was..."

John Tucker John Tucker
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drop the 'that' in the second sentence.

Arien Mills Arien Mills
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It should be Twenty-one;)

Arien Mills Arien Mills
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Bought should be Brought

Leslie Blackwell Leslie Blackwell
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my trunk is knarled and twisted. I think its meant to be gnarled and twisted but I could ne wrong

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The Legend of Little Tree


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She had a friend.

This is for all of you who ever dared to believe in Something that everyone else thought couldn`t possibly exist.


I don`t know what year it is, or what my name is. Nature is my mother. I was born of the womb of necessity.I am who I am because of an urging beyond my capacity to understand. I don`t know much about my origin and why I came to be. All I know is, that I was planted during a time when darkness ruled the land. The people of the earth existed, they did not really live. 3 comments


I started as a thought, a seed in the mind of a Being which I will never really understand. Nor do I ever hope to. I never once questioned the why or wherefore of the reason for my being and what I grew up to be. At first life was harsh as I struggled to see the light of day, but, eventually, my roots started to spread deep into the warmth of my cherished earth. So, year by year, I grew from such a little thing. It seemed that I was the lowest of the low. I  lived alone, far from the others. The rains would come and weep with me and the wind would sing through my hair. 3 comments


I do not lie as I tell you I did not know my name. That is, until one fine day, when a child wandered by with his mother. He looked at me, and it seemed to me that he had the face of an angel. `Look, mother, it`s a little tree!``he cried with delight as he carressed my trembling leaves. I liked that name..Little Tree. And, so, it was by that, I came to be known. The animals and birds of the forest knew me by that name. 3 comments


As the days stretched into months, and the months into years, I felt, deep within, that, somehow, I was destined to fulfill some sort of higher purpose. Wars raged all around me and the tempestuous calamities, due to man`s devices, near overflowed me. Still, I was alone. My home was the clearing. I could see in every direction, as I watched the years go by. The fowl of the air stopped by to visit, now and again to bring me news from afar. I especially loved my friend, Robin. Every spring, he was the first of my friends to alight on my winter-weary arms. Crow, was, by far, the opposite of Robin. I didn`t much favour him. He could be loud and obnoxious, and always bragged about his imagined exploits. He would steal shiny trinkets from the townfolk and tried to hoard his secret treasure in my hair. What a nasty fellow he was! 3 comments


Despite the abundant sunshine, I lived during a time when all of the earth was in a deep state of mourning. They said the sadness reached as high as the heavens. I, too, groaned within myself as if to wrench away the heavy sense of losing something infinitely priceless. The old men of the town would sit beneath my great spreading wings of leaves, and would speak of things from their scrolls. I would listen in complete silence as they told me secrets from an age almost long forgotten. They would often speak of a war in Heaven. This speech was strangely foreign to me, yet somehow I could understand every precious word that these wise men spoke. They talked of a beautiful garden where no one ever went hungry and where no one ever shed a tear. Oh, how, it must have been so beautiful there! And, in the middle of that garden grew a most lovely tree. 1 comment


The old men would whisper of a perfect world that existed here on this earth. And then, one day, everything changed! They said something about a spirit being falling to the earth. When he arose from the ground, it became a snake.I know this sounds like something read from fanciful scrolls, but, it`s true! I feel it to the core of my roots! I exult in its`very daring to tell a tale so strange and yet so real. I look around from day unto endless day, and I hang my branches low and bow obeisance to Something I may never understand. 1 comment



The seasons came and went, as I rose higher and higher, until I could see just over the next rise. The dread of Old Man Winter would come and embrace me, but, nevertheless, I overcame through the darkness and the bitter chill. Oh, how I welcomed spring with open arms!


I remember the winter of The Great Star. Many travellers, had come by my way, that year. As the people trudged by, I heard them whisper in excitement of some child that was to be born, just over in that town, just over the next rise. Words fail me to tell you of the thrill I felt down to my roots as I strained to hear of this momentous occasion! I felt something had broken through to the heavens when I first heard the news.


One night, as the snow fell in a fine, mystical blanket,I heard the shuffle of camel feet, and the low grunt of these ugly, though majestic animals. I counted three men speaking in some foreign tongue. I could not understand why,they, obviously had travelled a great distance. In reality, I felt it was not my part to know all mysteries. I was just part of nature, and content to be as such. For I was just a tree, and nothing more. Or so I thought. 1 comment


Spring finally came and I gloried in the abundance of sunshine. My green buds soon appeared, and I knew the time of renewal had come again to bless my head. Twelve years had passed since I was planted. It was then, I first saw Him. From the first moment that I saw Him, I knew that I had seen Him somewhere before. Well, it had to be right here on this very spot, since trees cannot walk. Or maybe, it was in one of my many beautiful dreams. I cannot tell. Suddenly, I realized that this was the same little boy who had first seen me as a little shrub! This time, he fell asleep under me. It was cold that night, and I couldn`t stoop down far enough to cover Him with my branches. But, it seemed to me, there was Someone there with Him that night..holding Him, sheltering him from the cold and bitter winds. I looked for Him in the morning, but He was gone. 1 comment


I had longed to see other parts of the country for so long! I cherished every moment that a visitor appeared and sat in the shade of my flourishing branches. A woodsman came by one day and sized me up and quickly left when Crow rose up to defend me. A few days later, there was a fire in the nearby woods. The flames devoured most everything in its` path. The heat from the flames was so intense that I prayed to the One who made me. In a matter of moments( it seemed) He sent a cloudburst and drenched the ground all around me so that I was able to breathe easily once more.


Twenty-one years passed before He came to see me again. He was a full grown young man now. He had a full beard and was darkly tanned. Always, He would come, daily to sit under me, to sit, and read from his scrolls, and to pray. That`s how I learned. This was a very special man. At least, I thought so. Sometimes, he would lift his head skyward and speak softly and earnestly into the air. I looked to see who He was talking to, but I never saw anyone appear. Then, one day, he left and never came back. I felt saddened because I enjoyed His company. I truly thought that I had lost the only friend that I ever knew. 1 comment


I AM. I am old now. My trunk is knarled and twisted and I feel that my time is near. I am an olive tree. I have, once again, caught the eye of the woodsman who has passed by numerous times. The last time, he brought his axe. He then, for some odd reason, stretched himself out as if to determine a purpose for my eventual use. In my naivety, the thought came to me; that he desired to hew me down for a...doorway. Oddly enough, he once again left abruptly. 2 comments


The next day, I awoke to the sound of soldiers marching by in formation. They wore full Roman armour. One of them approached closer and urinated against my trunk! Just then, Crow swooped down and the soldier ran away laughing. It seemed to me that Nature was the only thing left that was pure in His eyes. All things have a purpose, I resigned. Once again, the dark clouds formed and then the soft, cleansing rains came to purify. I could not explain it, but of a sudden, a sense of holy dread came seeping down my trunk and into my roots.


My slumber and my life came to an abrupt end on that fateful morning. My leaves shook tremendously as the sharp violence of the axe hacked away at my life-force. My pain is not like yours, of course, although I do feel your sorrow. It`s been that way since the beginning of Time. And, I know deep down within my being, I acknowledge that He feels what you feel, as well.
And, so, the woodsman, began to hew out my shape and form until, I, at last, knew my dreaded purpose for being. And, it was then, I came to the full comprehension of what it meant, in the scrolls, when the ancient scribe of old, wrote..`to every purpose, there is a season under heaven, a time to live and a time to die.``


I was hacked and shaped into two pieces and the two pieces were fastened and secured together. My fruit which I had borne were left as food for the fowl as they carried me away to the Hill.And, then, I saw Him for the final time. We were both born( as it were) to grow up together, and finally to die together on a lonely hill for all the world to see. At first, I could not recognize him. He was so bloodied that I wanted to wrap my branches around Him, at least to comfort Him in His final hours. Then, sadly, I realized that I no longer had arms of leaves to comfort.


There were two others there at Golgotha,(aptly named, the place of the Skull). Two thieves hung there on their crosses, one to his right and the other, to his left. I heard Him speak to both, despite His excruciating pain. The words were in ancient Aramaic, and the only words that I could half- understand, were,..``For today, thou wilt be with me in Paradise.`` Then the darkness fell all over the land. At, mid-afternoon, the people stumbled about in the darkness and some held torches to light their way. Later, it was reported that the old men believed that He had hidden His Holy visage. In the shrouded Holy of Holies, He shed a river of tears for His only Son. I trembled within my hewed being, as I thought of the eternal significance of such a supernatural event as the world had never seen.. The terribly violent sound of Thunder shook the blackness, as He screĆ med out,...IT IS FINISHED!! I heard demons scream and complete pandemonium erupt deep in the heart of the Netherworlds! And, then He hung His head and died. The blood came dripping down, down, down to the base of me and struck the ground with a magnificient, resounding blow!! Then, the earth trembled horiffically! And the people fled for fear of their lives! An abyssmal, black shroud covered the land for six hours.


There in that ebony pit called Earth, I wept unashamedly. My friend was gone again...forever. It was only short years ago that He had played under the shadow of my branches. After the soldiers had left, His family came to take Him down off of the cross, which I came to Be. I fell into a deep chasm of self-loathing. I felt that I was responsible for His death. After all, they had used me to bring about His cruel and lingering demise. Oh, sorrow upon sorrow!! What was I to do! I wished that they would come to burn me up for firewood!


Three days later, I was praying for lightning to strike me to ashes, when Something told me to quit wallowing in self pity. A warm sense of beautiful peace came over me. It just didn`t make any sense at all! Then, I heard the good news. It had to be a mistake! Men don`t just come out of the grave, just like that! It had to be a case of mistaken identity. Why, oh why, couldn`t they just leave us to mourn for our friend?


A few hours later, a stranger in a long robe came walking by. He had a prayer shawl over His head. I couldn`t see His features. I thought it was one of the old men who used to come and sit under me. But, when He spoke, I immediately recognized His voice! Oh, my God!! Oh, my God! If it was possible for trees to dance for joy, then I would be the first! He did come back! He came back to see me one last time. I recognized Him for what He was for the first time in my life. Now, I could finally rest in peace.



                             The Beginning of Life


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