When the Wind Blows

The wind whips its relentless air through the branches that repose like the delicate fingers of a child upon the tree’s slender trunk. The tree begins to recognize that his branches are not long enough to grasp what it needs. Not strong enough to support itself. Not developed enough to retain its leaves throughout the four eras of the year. It’s dark hazel trunk becomes lighter at the tips of the branches that have dispersed unevenly among the tree. Its color doesn’t quite fit in as those that sprout within close proximity. The tree is ashamed of the melanin of the leaves that develop upon it; green is an unwelcomed and undesirable color. His short figure forbids him from rising with pride. Those neighboring around him bloom coral colored flowers and others provide apples and oranges and other delicacies for the world to enjoy. However, the asymmetrical placement of his branches has given him an opportunity to speak with nature in the form of dancing. As the wind whips its air throughout the atmosphere, his branches sway in different directions carelessly; beings do not pay much attention to his presence and therefore the tree can do as he wishes. Ignoring the flexibility that has been bestowed upon him, the tree’s only wish is to be beautiful and attractive; to be flattered by the glares from the beings on the planet. To be able to be beautiful, attractive, and fruitful, the tree would lose his and isolation and his ability to communicate with the wind. The tree never seems to understand his own offerings to the world, but only focuses on what he has not been given.

After viewing the trees’ unreluctant performance, another tree within close proximity attempts to sway its branches to the music played by the wind. The branches of this tree are thick and strong; birds have found a home in it and bees have located a workplace. The tree attains a tan color that allows it power and authority; those around him provide attention to his thoughts. The tree stands prideful and tall over those around him; he recognizes his own beauty. His coral colored flowers and sweet crops bloom during this era and many eyes are constantly upon him. Hands pick at what is referred to as “delicacies of nature.” When the wind whips its relentless air through his branches, his only wish is to respond back in his own form of dancing. However, his brute trunk doesn’t allow much flexibility and often comes between the tree and his dancing. His providence of home restricts him from intense activity for the fact that those that rely on him could be harmed. Ignoring the beauty that has been bestowed upon him, the tree’s only wish is to be frail and flexible; to be isolated from the sight and touch of the beings on the planet. To be able to respond to the wind, the tree would lose his delicacies, attraction, and beauty. The tree never seems to understand his own offerings to the world, but only focuses on what he has not been given.