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Array ( [sid] => 113496 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Story of a Tree [time] => 2006-01-20 09:49:17 [hometext] => I understand that this could be better, but I have to go to work... still as I read it, I can find my own inspiration within it... hopefully you can too. [bodytext] => Every man is an island.
This island had a tree.


The tree was tall with a thick trunk,
far reaching hardy branches.
It had broad bright green leaves,
Sweet flowers and delicious fruit.
It stretched across the entire island.

The wind would rejoice in the scents of it`s blossoms.
The grains of sand would revel in it`s cooling shade.
Waves would caress the sands,
and schools of fish thrived on it`s fruit.
The Sun would rise to see it and wish it a good day.
The Moon would rise to watch over it and wish it a good night.

Every man is an island,
and this isolated sandy isle,
had a beautiful bountiful tree.


One stormy night, after the moon had set...
A jealous storm, hateful spite tore across the ocean...
Turmoil and treachery swept across this island.
As quickly as it began... all became silent.

When the Sun rose again, happily it chirped good morning,
but the tree was no longer there.
Ripped by it`s roots and swept away.
Nothing but a jagged hole marked it`s spot.
And the Sun wept, tears from heaven...
and the Moon wept, mist and dew.
The wind stopped...
The fish no longer came, the ocean calm ...
the grains of sand burned when there was no rain.
Shivered when there was.

Every man is an island,
This man is an island.


The breeze has picked up...
The Sun still rises, the Moon still sets.
The waves never really stopped.
The fish have returned, content in familiar surroundings.
And the sand endures.

Every man is an island,
I am an island and I had a tree.
Yet without... I endure.
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Story of a Tree

Contributed by Aquaelius on Friday, 20th January 2006 @ 09:49:17 AM in AEST
Topic: LoveRemembered



Every man is an island.
This island had a tree.


The tree was tall with a thick trunk,
far reaching hardy branches.
It had broad bright green leaves,
Sweet flowers and delicious fruit.
It stretched across the entire island.

The wind would rejoice in the scents of it`s blossoms.
The grains of sand would revel in it`s cooling shade.
Waves would caress the sands,
and schools of fish thrived on it`s fruit.
The Sun would rise to see it and wish it a good day.
The Moon would rise to watch over it and wish it a good night.

Every man is an island,
and this isolated sandy isle,
had a beautiful bountiful tree.


One stormy night, after the moon had set...
A jealous storm, hateful spite tore across the ocean...
Turmoil and treachery swept across this island.
As quickly as it began... all became silent.

When the Sun rose again, happily it chirped good morning,
but the tree was no longer there.
Ripped by it`s roots and swept away.
Nothing but a jagged hole marked it`s spot.
And the Sun wept, tears from heaven...
and the Moon wept, mist and dew.
The wind stopped...
The fish no longer came, the ocean calm ...
the grains of sand burned when there was no rain.
Shivered when there was.

Every man is an island,
This man is an island.


The breeze has picked up...
The Sun still rises, the Moon still sets.
The waves never really stopped.
The fish have returned, content in familiar surroundings.
And the sand endures.

Every man is an island,
I am an island and I had a tree.
Yet without... I endure.




Copyright © Aquaelius ... [ 2006-01-20 09:49:17]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Story of a Tree (User Rating: 1 )
by darkangeleyes57 on Friday, 20th January 2006 @ 10:00:29 AM AEST
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This was really good. I liked it alot.

christina


Re: Story of a Tree (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 23rd January 2006 @ 05:38:11 AM AEST
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Very good writing.
I can relate in many ways but mine wasn't a tree but a lieing reject.
Keep up the good work.
huggs,
emy
Hang tuff.




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