Two Trees
Two trees stand alone.
Silent in the snow.
A girl grabs a fistful of the snow and lobs it into the air. The snowball lands softly on her father’s winter coat. He laughs, and she laughs with him. Her big hazel eyes dance with innocence, her short brown hair tied into pigtails. She runs at him and jumps into his arms, and he catches her up, both laughing, father and daughter. The trees watch, and listen. They come to know love.
Two trees stand alone.
Silent in the snow.
The girl returns, older now, with other girls her age. They smile, and laugh, and talk. They fall to the ground and make snow angels, oblivious to the cold. They stand up, stare at their creations, then make more. When they’re done, they walk away, laughing and talking. The trees watch them leave, and come to understand friendship.
Two trees stand alone.
Silent in the snow.
She comes again, alone this time. Older than before. Tears stain her face, but she wipes them away. She takes out a cd player and leans against a tree, completely still if it werent for the constant wiping away of tears. The trees watch, and remember. Now they understand a broken heart.
Two trees stand alone.
Silent in the snow.
Years later, they watch as the girl approaches. She’s a woman now, and she’s not alone. She’s holding a little boy’s hand. The toddler runs up to the trees and leans against the bark. He says something to the woman, and the woman walks up to one of the trees. She lays a hand on the bark and smiles. The trees watch, and remember. The boy grabs her around the legs and she picks him up, letting him wrap his hands around the branch.
The trees learn about mothers.
Two trees stand alone.
Silent in the snow.
Always watching.
Always learning.
October 10th, 2006 at 9:56 pm
This is truly fantastic. Good Work, I liked this a lot, youare gonna be a writer when you are older just so you know.
October 17th, 2006 at 9:56 pm
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