She was born in garbage town. Not an ugly town~a beautiful town, where the trees stood strong and tall. The garbage part of the town came from the minds of the humans that resided under these powerful trees. These same humans chose to view their world from the shade. And that same shadow entered her heart and soul, leaving her beautiful mind hidden from herself.
She had no true love from the day of her birth, though her shadowed heart yearned for it. Her yearning was so great, that she made a friend that could not speak. A friend she thought to be beautiful and marvelous; powerful and constant…a tree.
She didn’t know why she loved her beloved tree. Was it because when she looked up from the shade she could see the green and yellow leaves being bathed in the sun, swaying and dancing to life’s glory? Was it because a tree was not affected by the dark minds of humans, humans that chose to think the worst of her sweet little heart instead of the best? Perhaps it was because the tree allowed her to enjoy that glory~for only a moment in her shadowed mind.
No friends did she make with the human world. Something in her mouth tasted sour and her heart began to beat faster and did not allow another being of her own kind to see her for who she truly was. The birds that followed her in secret couldn’t tell her that those humans didn’t deserve to know her anyway. She was special. She was love.
On your path, my beautiful girl, my love~will you choose to cry in the shadows of limited colors and light or will you lift your arms look at that sun that blinds most and sway in glory?
You will be blessed.
