On a windy hill there was this big tree with the name Loner, yes that how it called itself because it was planted by the spirits on a hill away from the other oak trees. Loner had a great view up on that hill a wide valley of bushy Prunus in different shades of scarlet and pink.
Loner wasn't an ordinary tree like the others, it could talk for hours but there was no one to listen, no trace of humans or any inanimate creature. Loner's branches were weak due to the repetitive strikes of thunder and heavy wind, but she liked it, yes, she I forgot to mention that the fairy who planted it gave her the choice to be "she" in exchange the fairy took her chances to become a full green, vibrant and beautiful tree one day. Loner liked wind's graceful waltz, the sound of thunder the drops of rain and the Baltic winter season. It made her feel alive without owning many leaves and branches the piercing pain of ice, the sharp heat of the sun and the wind's ruthless lash, all of this made her feel important. "Maybe ... maybe these scars will flourish someday and turn into clumps of flowers."
It's early in September autumn was knocking on the door to visit each area bringing bags filled with fragments of farewell (yellow leaves), she admired from a distance the way it rained sunlit petals from each tree but she .... she was naked and stoic." oh, hello there ... " a strange whisper threaded through the air. joy radiated from Loner's heart in the thought of welcoming another being on the hill other than herself, but then ...
it was a farmer with a voice that was worn and gravelly. "This one would be very good for my fireplace, brittle and grey." with an axe that bit into the wood he began cutting away her limbs, with every strike the fibers shuddered and splintered, while her muffled cries faded into the wind.
for the first time after all those brutal seasons she felt the pain deep within her bole, for the first time she was ... just a tree. " Please - no.." the old farmer left no twig behind as he removed all the remnants of her dull appearance, not hearing Loner's repetitious pleads.
He left and took what was left in her or what she thought was left in her, stripped from emotions and hopes she had for a day that would never come, the tales of laughter and life she wished for vanished with the arrival of autumn. she wept under the moonlight all night, crying for her misfortune afraid for the morning to come until her warned out bark felt a gentle weight against it.
" Ah, what a night ..." unfamiliar voice ...
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