As promised, the first of my entries from The Brown-Paper Notebook, my old journal I kept as a teenager and rediscovered earlier this week. I'll save the cringe-worthy Love stuff for another week.
I wrote in my notebook inspirational quotes, poems, my thoughts and feelings as well as short stories...
THE TREE
There was once a tree.
A tremendously beautiful tree. A Tree
that was so tremendously beautiful, not even a thousand artists could capture
its beauty. This Tree did not grow
flowers, nor did it grow fruit. It was
however, home to a hundred birds who would sing each morning to thank The Tree
for such a lovely home.
The Tree sat alone upon a small hill and from where it stood
it could hear the ocean, which lay not too far from The Tree’s small hill. The birds had told The Tree about the ocean,
it seemed so different to life up on the hill.
The smell of the ocean alone could sometimes drive the beautiful tree
crazy.
“Oh, why can’t I have wings like my friends the birds so I can fly above the ocean and see the beautiful creatures that live within.”
One day his friend The Wind came to visit the tree upon the
small hill.
“I have some terrible news,” said The Wind. “My cousin Storm is coming from across the
ocean. He is coming to visit you and is
so jealous of your beautiful branches and the birds that sing to you each
morning. He has promised to rip you from
the ground on your small hill and scatter your leaves in a million places. You will survive, but you will never be as
beautiful again.”
This frightened The Tree.
How terrible it would be to leave his small hill and his friends the
birds. He was scared of what was to
come, but he would now be able to visit the Ocean and the Mountains and the
Rivers. Things only he had ever heard
the birds talk of.
The next day The Storm came.
Tree was prepared for his journey.
He shut his eyes bravely and awaited the impact as the gusts and gales
approached. The vicious Storm ripped the
Tree mercilessly from the hill. A
thousand raindrops pelted heavily on his leaves. Ferocious lightning bolts struck his trunk
smashing it into a million pieces.
The Storm soon passed, leaving only a large hole where The
Tree once stood. Some time later, The
Tree opened his eyes, his journey was over.
Parts of him had grown in a million beautiful places all over the
world. But the most beautiful place of
all was next to a small beach. The Tree
was invisible to anyone who walked by and ignored its gnarled and knotted
appearance, but the birds who sang to it every morning knew that this tree had
become truly beautiful after its amazing journey.
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