Ode to the Fallen of Leafy Greens: Octopus Tree

Jump to Comments

To Octopus Tree, unmoving and welcoming, a peaceful utopia in the midst of rich, manmade jungle. Sorry from all who grew as you aged, those being the young who played upon your branches only but days previous, those who come joyously to your land on an island between two streets to stand for minutes staring at the stump of a once expansive tree. Sadness befall you as you where displaced in rough, jumbled peices by uncaring adults, and befall us who wished to sit again in your shade, in a place where embarrasment was rare, peace neverending, and excitement drawing us everytime, for now, you are no longer there, taken not of your own will, but by that of humans, in control of weaponry known as a tree cutters, sadly having the upper hand. And I, I sat to write, beneath your greenery, to write about the mush of dead leaves other trees have made, quick to throw their colors away, whilst you sat content with the ornaments of a forest upon your branches. I loved that tree for some reason. It was not mine, it did not talk, it was not available online. When I found it gone, I sat, thinking, confused, because it was not sick, angered, because I didn’t have my tree anymore, sad, for the same reason, and empty, because I could never measure how much it meant to me. The world has not ended; it does not feel like that. It just feels bare.

2 Comments

Filed under Octopus Tree