There’s a tree, in the midst of a vast and empty expanse of tall grass covered earth the grass slowly sways in the wind, rubbing against other blades of grass creating sounds which mimic the ocean as it races as far inland it possibly can before receding back into itself. The tree stands solemnly atop a slight rise in the land among the sea of grass painted with paler colors of autumn and a slight hue of pink glinting off the grass.
This tree, billows high into the sky, the trunk pushing as high as most full grown trees stand from the highest branch to where it breaks the ground is also as big around as a full tree’s branch circumference. With branches stretching far out over this plain and reaching high into the clouds and the density of the its leaves and closeness of the branches giving the appearance of a cloud itself, this tree seems to bask in the world of grass below it. unfettered by any other tree, undisturbed by rigid landscape and where no human has set foot in some time. This space, miles and miles wide is surrounded by trees found mostly high in mountain ranges, tall, thin and prickly. these trees stand as guards, obscuring the view into this place.
wind never blows into this plain, only out from this plain in all directions.
this space, with it’s slightly unnatural coloring, sits; a sign of peace, a place of thought, untouched and lonely in it’s beauty. the grass has grown high, the paths that could have lead to and around the tree covered and grown in.
Waiting, the tree looks out over its surrounding guardians for any sign of life. pushing ever higher to expand its sight, it only sings its song, only heard in the winds, as leaves spin, brush and glide off each other, creating a dull roar in this plain, that builds and grows louder than that of the grass, and its mimicry of the ocean.
Wishing for companionship, for someone to bring in the outside scent, outside world, even the residue of the guardian trees. This place, wishing for thought, waiting for new life.
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