Every other morning Aurora would wake up going to the backyard to embrace the tree, she would run her long bony fingers across each scar on the barks, some inflicted by time and age, some by incidents. She was the only living soul that knew how special this tree is, especially to her own self. Mark had insisted on them living in his house as to him it was absurd moving into the wife's house, his house was also much bigger, you could even call it a villa, It had its own manmade lake, a conservation and a summer house at the back, all on eight plots of land.
Aurora knew them moving out meant new residents moving in, which would put the tree and herself in the highest form of danger. AS IT WAS A WAR PERIOD, SOME MISDIRECTED BOMBS FELL TO THE TOWN, ONE HEADING STRAIGHT FOR THE TREE, THE SOUND LIKE NOTHING EVER HEARD BEFORE, IT WAS AS IF AN ENTIRE WORLD HAD BEEN DESTROYED, AS SOON AS THE TREE WAS HIT, AURORA VANISHED, ALL THE TREES VANISHED, EVERY THING OF NATURE VANISHED. WHY? BECAUSE THIS, WAS THE TREE OF LIFE IN DISGUISE AND WHAT DESTROYED IT? HUMAN IGNORANCE. WAR.
We have mastered the art of killing. Now let's master the art of living.
Not an "emergency" stop swing to the story. Just a short difference, because in life my friends, there isnt always a happy ending. Things happen within a split second, destroying everything that was built up to that moment, be it a person's divinity, a nations progress or the earth's natural offspring itself. It does not discourage us to stop building upwards because one day. Man's ignorance will wash off like the waves washing away the weed on the shores, and we would have a transparent vision and view, as to how we can build ourselves, without ever having to look down again.
YOU ARE READING
Scarred Barks
General FictionA story of change. One of the hardest lessons in life is change. Whether it's guilt, anger, love, loss or betrayal, change is never easy. We fight to hold on and we fight to let go.
