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Kay C., 19 Jun '15

Sometimes when the sun is high and the leaves are blowing across the hot, damp earth, a girl visits the tall tree at the end of the world.

She leaves little white flowers at the base of its gnarly, scorched roots, her dress flowing behind her when she kneels in the dirt.

“It’s such a shame,” she says, once, to no one. There’s no one to hear her. The land is parched and lonely for miles on end; the girl walks to the tree on bare, calloused feet with only roads and reeds for company. “I remember the bubbling songs of rivers, the birds that would fly into the horizon. I remember you, when you were young, and it was green all around us.”

The tree does not reply. It never does.

Patting its roughened bark, the girl rests her forehead against it.

“It won’t be long now. I promise.”

Sometimes the sun will set for years, and the winds will not blow. Seasons stutter to a stop; plants, animals and humans alike can’t cope with the chaos of it all.

Sometimes, they go away.

Sometimes, they die.

Sometimes, the sun will rise again, and this will all begin anew.

The girl will continue to visit the tall tree at the end of the world, until it ceases to be.

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  • Tom Mullen said...

    This reminded me of the poem "Conversation With A Stone".

    • Posted 7 years ago
  • Ross Tarran said...

    Interesting, although it sounds like a world which is quite difficult to imagine due to its emptiness - a very lonely place. I like the poetic writing.
    Reminded me a little of Westeros from Games of Thrones too, with the seasons sometimes lasting for an age and threatening all life until a moment of renewal.

    • Posted 6 years ago