Three

The truth about me, is that I am a tree. I bend and I rustle and I sway with the breeze. My branches are long, and my trunk is so thick. My leaves are a vibrant green, and in summer they stick. I have grown all alone on top of a hill, just hoping one day, for a sudden thrill. No one ever came up to see me, for I am just a tree. I have no special talents, but at least I can see. I have watched the skies grow dark, and have felt the earth tremble. I have heard the sweet song of a lark, and the cries of trouble. My life had been dull, until one day, I heard a loud shout, from not too far away. Scared and excited, I watched with great glee, as a pair of people came up to greet me. It was a young girl and boy, of just about fifteen, too blinded with love, to truly notice me. He had brought a picnic basket, so romantic and sweet. The girl had worn a pink dress, and had no shoes on her feet. They sat under the shade of my branches, and leaned against my trunk. I let one of my apples fall, and it landed with a thump. Surprised, the girl glanced up into my leaves, spotting the red deliciousness that I could produce with ease. Shouting to her counterpart, she begin to climb. She reached the top in a small amount of time. She delicately plucked an apple from me, and inspected it for bugs. It made me upset, who did she think I was? Her companion, now quite upset that she had disappeared into the green, made a beeline for her, with less of her speed. They talked about life and their futures, and me, I simply enjoyed their fabulous company. The boy leaned toward her, a perfect first kiss, it might've been better, if he hadn't missed. After that they came back often, to meet under me, they even carved their names, into this old tree. He called her his love, and she called him her man, just like all perfect couples can. They were growing so fast, and so was I, before I knew it, I could touch the sky. The worst thing that I can remember, was on a cold autumn day, a few of my leaves were drifting away. They came to me slowly, yet in such haste, they were in a fight, their bitter words I could taste. He had been lying, she was a mess, in the end, he finally confessed. She stormed away, all alone, without a sound, her tears fell onto the ground. I could feel them and I tasted, for the first time, sadness, heart ache, and that is the worst kind. After that, I did not see them, all throughout the fall, I was losing hope, until I heard a faint call. They had returned, with bright eyes and close ties. They were huddled together, hands intertwined, clinging to the love I thought they had left behind. It was then that he kissed her, his aim had improved, they collided with excitement and he didn’t miss a move. It was magic, I knew, after they had pulled apart, it was not just their hands intertwined, but their hearts. The months flew by, spring into summer, a few years had passed, rain as the only bummer . My favorite moment was when he asked for her hand, he was no longer a boy, but an amazing, strong man. They started life together, and built their house close to me. They picked their apples from their favorite tree. Little ones came along, and climbed in my branches. The protecting mother stood close by, ready to move if one tried to fly. Happiness surrounded our happy family, and I knew I was a part of it, when their son's first word was tree. Soon they grew old, and the children moved away, at night they would dance slowly together, and I thought they would always stay. It had been a few weeks, when I no longer saw the man. The woman wept bitterly, barely able to stand, I felt her grief and longed to hold her hand. Yet a few weeks later, she disappeared without me, the house stood old and empty, the only thing left was a tree. The children came back, but ignored my presence, they would rather get it over with than follow their senses. Now the truth about me, is that I am a tree, I long, and I dream and I hope to, again, be part of a three.