Monday, February 13, 2012

A story to entertain :)

The grass swayed a top the moon crested hill. It danced around the base covering the roots entangled and intertwined underneath. The bark was scratchy and rough from many years hard work. It had been beaten upon by torrential downpour, chilling to the bone winds, softly falling snow, and burning sun. It cracked every now and then, stretching in the morning. The branches hung low; it's fingers reached yearning to touch the playful grass.  It bent, shielding anyone from the passing world and entrancing them into its own. The leaves twisted joyfully in the slight breeze sifting through the air.
The girl sitting silently underneath, her back to the sturdy bark, could smell the faint wafting of morning dew. It en-wrapped her, taking her back. She stood up, brushing dust off her jeans and turned. Her hand petted the trunk and it seemed to shiver as if welcoming an old friend. It's lonely arms seemed to perk and tense. The many memories wove, unfolding now the stories they loved.'It has been too long,' she thought as her fingers ran over the smooth bark paved into her friend. The heart shape and two initials bore a part of her soul given and shared.
On the same day every year she came back to the place of magic. Every year she had walked away promising to return. All her disappointment had been felt and shared with the tree, for she had placed a part of her own heart into the aging bark.
Gratefully, the tree had seemed to take it so many years ago, smiling at the two of them as laughter abounded. Now it stared patiently waiting with her. It understood the yearning, waiting to be complete. Every year she had left, leaving it with its head dropped, just as her frown expressed sorrow.
Today would be the day. The sun began to shimmer and glint across the hill. And as the wind brought its arms to wrap closer to the girl, bringing hope, a smile began to spread. She turned and as if they both already knew, the branches fingers pointed-excited, they saw him together. He was finally coming. They were finally to be whole.

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