I stood next to a tree once
So a friend could compare proportions
She said, "This tree may live longer than you do."
And I was crushed in a way
Because I was raised to think longevity granted the possibility for immortality
And she saw that I was bothered and then she smiled and said:
"But this tree no matter rain or shine or snow or death will tell the same story. That it is stuck here."
And looking at the rolling fields it surrounded, and the position of the sun that casted shadows across each leaf and insect, that made each blow of the wind seem alive, I grew sadder.
"Where else would it rather be?" I said.
And then a branch from the tree broke off and fell on me.
And that was the last time I spoke for anyone but myself.
lol, thanks everyone. This was partly inspired by that plant thread over at breaking news. And twelve beers.
*To Taxi: The title has no meaning. When I write something on the spot or have no name for it, I just activate caps and run my hands across the keyboard.
I stood next to a tree once
So a friend could compare proportions
She said, "This tree may live longer than you do."
And I was crushed in a way
Because I was raised to think longevity granted the possibility for immortality
And she saw that I was bothered and then she smiled and said:
"But this tree no matter rain or shine or snow or death will tell the same story. That it is stuck here."
And looking at the rolling fields it surrounded, and the position of the sun that casted shadows across each leaf and insect, that made each blow of the wind seem alive, I grew sadder.
"Where else would it rather be?" I said.
And then a branch from the tree broke off and fell on me.
And that was the last time I spoke for anyone but myself.
I read this piece of writing, then searched the forum for your older works. I would like to say that I am in awe of your ability to capture very basic human emotions, and then include them in a story/poem in a fairly intricate and subtle manner. Your work really exudes unforced "feeling". It is something that many writers cannot pull off successfully.
I read this piece of writing, then searched the forum for your older works. I would like to say that I am in awe of your ability to capture very basic human emotions, and then include them in a story/poem in a fairly intricate and subtle manner. Your work really exudes unforced "feeling". It is something that many writers cannot pull off successfully.
Calling me a writer is just about the best compliment I could ever hope to receive. Thank you.
