It was peaceful. Birds chirped, squirrels scampered around tree roots. Golden beams of light filtered through the trees to the forest floor. The warmth of the summer heated the air, and flowers bloomed magnificently. I remember that day. I remember lying in front of a particularly interesting tree, studying it all day long.
It was not a pretty tree, in fact, it was quite the opposite.
It was thick and rather short, as if the hand of God had come down and squished it. Many of its branches were dead and rotten, old moldy rope was tied on a branch, frayed and worn from age. The tree had no particular value, with the termite holes in its trunk and aging hundreds of years old. No bird nests sat in the leaves, no bee nests, either. Roots stuck out of the ground, and piles of leaves were on the ground.
But in its own way, it was beautiful.
It showed me how one thing can live through all nature. The tree had lived through storms, blizzards, hurricanes, earthquakes. This tree had lived through floods and fires. This tree had lived through all this. Alone. It did not complain, it did not cry and beg for help. No, it sat there in its place, watching the world around it grow. It showed me that human beings could be like that tree. They could be patient, gentle, and quiet. It showed me that even though humans are determined to be better than everything, we are all the same. We are souls which have patience like that tree; we just have to use it.
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Short StoryThis is a bunch of REALLY short stories (most of them have to do with death, but some don't) that I've written because I'm bored. Please vote and enjoy!
