The Tree of Memories.

I was in a darkened classroom where a bunch of students were sitting at lab tables and they were gluing seeds to a small square piece of paper. There was no paper nor seeds for me so I was sitting there wondering what I was supposed to be doing then Tim, an ex teacher of mine, drags in a huge fully grown birch tree, which happens to be my favorite tree because sunlight seems to dance on the leaves during spring and summer. I noticed the bottom was cut in an ornate pattern. With scalloped edges, these freshly cut wounds revealed infinite rings, the rings of time.
Tim looks at me and says Plant this tree, you don’t need seeds, your tree has already grown.


~ by kagomesakura on March 28, 2011.

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