Posted on Monday, August 17, 2015
in Philosophy, Strange and Unusual
It planted itself by accident one day.
The seed just put itself there when I wasn’t looking
As they tend to do.
It sprouted and grew sideways and everyone told me it looked dead.
Compared to the other trees, its roots ran just as deep but the wind blew in the wrong direction that day maybe and so it is
My stunted tree.
I crouch by the roots some days in the shadows of branches that made their own success and I wonder if the underground tells stories that I can’t see.
My smallest tree grows slowly.
Sometimes I cry tears at its roots to see if that works and the sun shines between its leaves in mysterious ways to make me happy and sometimes my tears are not needed as nature takes its course without me and laughs at my effort
but that’s ok.
I know that some day this beautiful unusual tree will die like a weed deprived of sunlight, no chance for seed.
Like the most beautiful flowering thing above it, though it shines for a while it will wither and create mould eventually and create nurture for the soil beneath
and new seeds will fall
stronger and weaker as nature determines.
And that is the impossible truth.