Author's
Note: In this piece I wanted to think about something that I have never really
understood or looked at before. I feel as though trees are all around us but we
never really look at them. I believe that, like humans, trees have there own
identity. As people we have different layers that make us special, but once you
take away those layers you find the desire to do something in everyone. That
something would be to succeed even in a motive as broad as life itself.
I come across a
green forest abundant with life. I sit and close my eyes, breathing in the rich
air. My hands grasp the ground and hold on to this moment. My hands rests upon
something cool. I lift it up and try to determine the specimen that I hold. My hands
graze over the flesh and take in the delicate features. It reminds my of paper
with little grooves in it. Almost like the valleys of a finger print. Like it
has its own identity. I then round the edges and feel a slight prick as I move
along. Finally I open my eyes to see a
green teardrop shape with a stem. My mind immediately comes up with the word
leaf. I smile to myself in amusement and close my eyes once again.
I then reach out to the side of me and skim
the skin of something rough and harsh. I press on it and I feel little pokes
all over the face of my hand. I then remove it and feel the residue of the hide
grip my hand. I then knead my head together and feel then fall off one by one.
I then go back to the harsh feeling and remove a piece of the shell into my
hands. Parts of it fall apart but the heart stays strong against the brute
force of my hand. As I drop the freshly made carcass I open my eyes and eye the
brown stiff barrel that looks to be shedding. The words trunk and bark fall
into my head.
I then move
backwards and take in the matter in front of me. Tree effortlessly traces into
my head. The bottom is dull and protected, like it hides the answer to life
within it. But the top ranges in colors that fly freely through the wind. It
looks vulnerable and weak but still strong in a way. After analyzing the full
object I decide that I prefer the top of it and admire the open attitude that
radiates off of it. However I do admirer the bottom also because with out that
strong essence, everything would fall apart.
