The Canopy Tree

Añuli was a normal girl, living with her tribe in the Kenya. Everyday she would stare out her cracked and stained window, looking across the river beside her house. There stood a tall, elegant, canopy tree. She would stare at its curving trunk, desiring to stroke her hands down its rough bark. The bark protected the center of the tree, like Añuli's skin protected her heart. But the day the white men came, her skin broke, shattering her heart.