The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Fallen Tree
One afternoon there was a terrible clamor in the forest. A tree had actually fallen down. It was an old tree and it was actually bronzed when it fell over. This was unheard of and noone knew what to do. The Tree God let it happen. But that said it made a very smart enterance way for any of the Tree visitors to visit. This bronzed tree which means it was no longer a happy healthy prosperous trunk of a tree but may or may not have still had living tree branches was really a bronzed weed, but everyone thought it was a tree. Weeds could indeed be uprooted and fall over. Never did a tree fall over ever.
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