Happy Birthday, Jay: April 2, 2013
Maybe it was just months ago, or maybe a year ago, or a month ago, or maybe just yesterday.
But a young girl, much younger than I am, I think so, had come to visit me. She had twice now.
She would play under my branches, as though they weren't about to fall on her. She would yell out, 'My servants!' whenever the wind passed by, 'Soldier!' whenever a fly or a bee flew through with a salute, or 'The enemies are watching...' whenever one of my leaves would crumple and fall to its death by gravity.
She would sit under my shadow, pretend to talk to butterflies, and whenever her favorite butterfly passed by, one with wings that shone quite differently: one wing glowed golden blonde and the other wing glowed a bit more dull, like cold sand during a desert's winter season yet both shimmered a sparkling blue like sea waters at midnight, she would yell, 'General!' and stand up straight.
It was adorable to watch her. And, later than night, when everything was dark, she would turn to me, 'Don't worry, mahogany tree, ' like I still look like a mahogany tree, 'I'll visit you again,' then she would laugh and run off.
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Happy Birthday, Jay
Historia CortaThe story of a tree's encounters with a mountain, a little girl, a butterfly, and her brother. Thanks for @AquaPICKLEZ for designing the amazing and incredible (yet amazingly and incredibly just simple) cover!
