Pan

Azul
2017-03-15 04:59:40 (UTC)

A Beauty Unseen

Today, as I was running around the senior citizens' park, I suddenly recalled the times I used to practice softball with my grandfather. I found it humorous given the nostalgia that was overcoming me as I did my 40 minute run. I recall that me and my grandfather would always choose to practice under a large tree off to the side of the small park. It was so large that its branches would caress the ground and I would fantasize it being a tree spirit protecting the park. Whenever I was under it, I would always feel safe because it would seem to hide and protect me for the rest of the world. I would always look up at its leaves and pretend that the light peaking through were stars that shined on me and my grandfather as we practiced. It was during those times as a little girl that my imagination took flight. I would sometimes pretend to be a fairy of nature protecting my beautiful tree from humans and other forces that could hurt it. I fell in love with that tree. The tree I never thought to name. The tree that meant so much to me. Then, one night, there was a huge storm that passed through the small town in which I lived. The very next day I was horrified to find that lightening had struck the tree that had captivated me. Half of it was on the ground while the other half was split in two. Within days the city tore it down because of how sad and ugly it looked. But that only made me more devastated. It was from this situation that I learned that there is an ending to everything, not matter how magical or beautiful it may be. I later on went back to the park and just stood over the stump of my beloved tree. I even laid my hand on it as if I was trying to look for a sign of life, hoping that it would just magically grow back into the tree that it once was. Of course it didn't. Yet, even then, I still believed that that small stump held beauty. Beauty of the possibility that there is always life after death. Today, as I ran, I saw that a few trees had been planted. I one day believe that, once those baby tress grow, they will also provoke the imagination of other children. And that they will learn what it means to never forget the importance of the beauty of nature.




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