One day, my journeys led me to searching for answers. I looked for the answers in the deepest part of the dark forest.
This is the story. Long long ago, in my very own forest, the giant trees stood bravely.
It was a splendid morning. The blue sky was painted with pinks and purples. Puffy white clouds dotted the horizon. I could hear the flutter of wings as they soared through the sleeping giants. The morning sun was peeking down through the magical forest, as the trees stretched. Sun rays tickled the sleeping branches and the forest sang. Birds were chirping, and butterflys were stretching their wings.
Suddenly the stillness was overtaken as the voice of thunder roared. The sound of the thunder's roar echoed through the branches. Lightning zigged and zagged from high in the sky as it raced through the beautiful forest. The thunder roared louder, and louder and the forest trembled. The roots of the trees gripped the soil, as they reached deep into the earth for strength. Forest creatures ran this way and that way from fear.
There she stood alone in the distance, sillouted against the stormy sky.
The thunder roared fiercely again and then„„, The forest’s "oldest tree" lifted her eyes to Mother Earth, and she whispered softly.
"Choose me, if you must." "I am old, but I am brave. "Perhaps my time has come." "Choose me".
And so it was at that very moment, a lightening bolt from the heavens reached down from the sky, and torched the oldest tree in the forest. The bolt seared a hole just missing her heart. But she remained strong. Her heart still beats. Her branches still sway. The oldest tree still lives to this very day.
But, it’s not the end of the story. This oldest tree in the forest, is now home to many, many forest creatures. Squirrels and owls, and birdies snuggle into the crevaces and holes. The oldest tree provides shelter to all those who need a place to rest their weary souls and feathered wings. As I gaze into the forest, I can see her stand tall and brave. Her limbs sway as they reach high into the sky. The oldest tree stood tall that day- and still does today, even though her scar tells the story of bravery. I am still thinking about what I learned from the oldest tree. Do you hear her speak? I can hear the forest sing. Can you? nitey nite my friends love tweedles
Hi! I used to be three, but now I am six years old! I am a happy puggy.
I live in the forest, and I talk to the trees.
My wish for all the other little animals in the world- is that they have a "forever home", just like me.
I love being loved- and I wish it for you!