BLOGS

In the spring of the Tree
by
Asarason

I speak from the heart as my mind puts forth the beginnings on Earth no south, no north, no east, no beast, no west, no flesh, no eyes that see, no guess that test, ole little Earth, Pigojia was her name a place of birth where the first humans came, from those special “waters” so warm an fresh no attacking fish, no snakes at best.

For these are very special waters all warm and free in the mist is a cave and in front of it is a tree, this tree is a special tree with fruits that seed that fall into the water for the Taladites to feed, oh tree oh tree oh great great tree give us shade from the sun and inner-chi to breed.

The light that shined brightly gave us limns to grow webbed fingers and toes we swam to and fro. Down below we fluttered, plundered and stumbled as we awaited ole great tree and its fruit it so fumbled, from the fruit with its iron sweet and bitter tasting the land outside we shall soon be facing.

Our lives orbit about in an opposite pair from we became she and from she became he, we played and played till our curiosity took form, for the waters around us were getting too warm, we feared a new beginning of what we did see, a blurry vision of our sun and the shade of a great tree.

Ole blessed tree, oh how we longed for your stem the sap you produced is good for she and him, and then one day a mysterious wave came in and alongside it a strong wind washed us ashore again and again. The air was as warm as our nesting stew, the air was clean the skies were blue, we ate from the tree with nowhere to stand and the webs had withdrawn from our feet and our hands and then a storm came and our eyes so shed and hair started to grow on top of our heads.

Although time was racing without no hour we fled to the cave to avoid the fire shower, this event greatly disturbed our pond which left us in morning our stomachs were growling for the food we were yearning, so we traveled deep inside the cave and found food not the same, we saw animals that speak who taught us to sing, we explored a little deeper and arrived the other side to a fantastic cliff a most dangerous slide.

We wished to return but forgotten our way our first invention was a leaf woven slay, we slid and slid for how long it did not matter we arrived at a lake and around its banks we did scatter and as time passed by others came sliding the hill some learned to fish some learned to kill but not each other though just the fish we caught through the waters we swam and the waves we fought, we grew in numbers as our days seemed too, and every Sunday were shouts of laughter and spring brings anew.

Within this world there exist a special tree high up in a mountain where no one can see, it stands in the center surrounded by water which is the birth place of its sons and daughters, as it stands alone outside a cave in order to find it you must be brave for the tree was never truly meant for you to find, five million years for all mankind.

yes a five million year ole tree perhaps older it stands alone with the world on its shoulders, surrounded by a lake of the most civilized fish legend say if you caught one it may grant you a wish, but don’t try to find the entrance to this tree, for the entrance is blocked and only the sun will ever see; what’s alive in the lake ever shadowed by this great tree, even if you fly above it you will not be able to see, so stay away and you will live long and ignore that whisper that will carry you home.