Tell me tomorrow

Whispering Willow Trees

AN: Listen to the song (At last Sunrise) it sets that sad but hopeful vibe you need

Years before any of us were born

There was a little town called Sparrow

Tucked away behind flowing green hills the town thrived

Not a soul complained or whined 

And everyone was happy

All the time

Arbor however had always felt a little alone

You see Arbor wasn't born in Sparrow

Her mother was dancer and 18 years ago 

She came to Sparrow and left a baby girl behind

The town didn't take well to strangers though

And Arbor just didn't look the part 

She had rich ebony skin and stunning green eyes 

But her soul was timid and kind 

And the piercing stares she had endured year after year all her life 

Were catching up to her

Normally Arbor would let those comments flow right through her 

She'd close her eyes and imagine it go right past her like the breeze 

She never let it faze her 

But today was different

Today its felt like her lungs were being tied up by her guts

Her feet moved on their own 

And she walked to her only solace 

The oldest tree in Sparrow 

Its branches were high and proud 

and its leaves were the size of Arbors palm 

She spent nearly every afternoon under its shade

Twiddling her thumbs 

Sighing away her woes

Watching the clouds float past her

The tree had always been there for her 

And she for it 

On more than one occasion

The towns folk of Sparrow had tried to cut the tree down

But Arbor would never let them

Now at the foot of the tree

Arbor reached a steady hand to its trunk 

She whispered goodbye under her breathe 

Before tying the noose around her neck 

It took the townspeople a few days 

before they found and disposed of Arbor

It was a shallow grave dug with no tears 

The tree however mourned for its dear companion 

Everyday the wind whispered through its leaves 

Asking for Arbor to return 

But the seasons came and went 

And when Arbor did not return 

The trees branches wilted 

And fell at its sides

But the whispering never stopped 

The towns people named the tree cursed

And without Arbor to protect it 

The majestic tree finally fell 

But the wind didn't fail it 

It carried its seeds far and wide  

Till you could find it almost everywhere you looked

Without out fail every time the the tree was big enough 

Its leaves start to whisper hoping to find Arbor

And they'll never stop till they do

People never knew where they came from 

So they called them the Willow Trees

The Whispering Willow Trees.