The Tree stands
tall
noble
Just as he has for a hundred years
Just as he will for a hundred more.
But time passes differently for a tree
He looks upward
his boughs
his branches
They touch the sky
Brush the clouds
Forming their own cloud
His leaves are the purest verde
a halo
a crown
He is lord of the oaks
King of the trees
Pride of the forest
He looks down at the common folk
the maples
the birches
Their stature only a fraction of his own
He looks down kindly at his subjects
All is well
He sees something else
small
deformed
Stubbier than even the shortest willow
It has probably come to pay homage to him
Bow before the King of Trees
But it just stands there
hands on hips
chin raised
The very picture of defiance
He just stands there
Looking at him
The King bristles
the impudence
the impertinence
How dare this little sprout
The King thunders at this puny creature
His commands go unheard
The creature takes something from its back
is that...
wood?
It looks like a branch
Has this beast dared to form an object
From the flesh of a tree?
There is something attached to the branch
sharp
shiny
He's never seen anything like it
What blasphemy is this?
What could such a thing be for?
The creature pulls back the branch
aims
swings
It connects
Against the Tree
There is a dull chuntk
All of a sudden
pain
pain
Unimaginable pain
What just happened?
He screams
(chuntk)
The King of Trees is screaming
crying
begging
His subjects watch in silence
Stunned to see their lord behaving like this
This creature must be a demon
(chuntk)
The Demon swings again
again
again
He does not hear the King's cries
He continues with his work
Whistling a merry tune
(chuntk)
The Mighty Oak feels only pain
Inescapable
Inexorable
His branches shake in agony
Some of his jadey leaves fall to the ground
The Demon tramples them
(chuntk)
The King feels his sap rush out
burbling
gushing
Staining the earth blow
Pumping wildly from his death wound
He is sapping to death
(chuntk)
Time crawls past
weeks
years
Or maybe just minutes
Time passes differently for a tree
Especially when he's being tortured
(chuntk)
The Tree shudders
leans
falls
What's happening?
The impact is the worst part
He lands with a bouush
What just happened?
he fell
he landed
He looks down his trunk
He sees a stump
HIS stump
The King of the Forest screams
a curse
a blight
A plague upon this thrice acursed demon
May a thousand locusts eat his leaves
May his roots rot into dust for what he has done
The other trees join him
mourning
weeping
Lamenting their fallen leader
But the demon ignores them
Pretending not to hear
The lord of the oaks yells at his subjects
commanding
pleading
Telling them to shut their eyes
They should not witness this
Should not see their King in such a state
They obey
eyes shut
backs turned
They will not embarrass their king
Will not cause him any more humiliation
Will not watch him die
He knows he is dying
water
nutrients
They came through the earth
Through his dismembered roots
Without them, it's only a matter of time
Under the pain, he feels something else
thirst
hunger
Without his roots, he cannot pull in water
Cannot initiate photosynthesis
Cannot live
The Tree lies there
low
humiliated
For how long, he doesn't know
But then, Time passes differently for a tree
Especially when he's dying
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 11:28 AM UTC
The Tree stands
tall
noble
Just as he has for a hundred years
Just as he will for a hundred more.
But time passes differently for a tree
He looks upward
his boughs
his branches
They touch the sky
Brush the clouds
Forming their own cloud
His leaves are the purest verde
a halo
a crown
He is lord of the oaks
King of the trees
Pride of the forest
He looks down at the common folk
the maples
the birches
Their stature only a fraction of his own
He looks down kindly at his subjects
All is well
He sees something else
small
deformed
Stubbier than even the shortest willow
It has probably come to pay homage to him
Bow before the King of Trees
But it just stands there
hands on hips
chin raised
The very picture of defiance
He just stands there
Looking at him
The King bristles
the impudence
the impertinence
How dare this little sprout
The King thunders at this puny creature
His commands go unheard
The creature takes something from its back
is that...
wood?
It looks like a branch
Has this beast dared to form an object
From the flesh of a tree?
There is something attached to the branch
sharp
shiny
He's never seen anything like it
What blasphemy is this?
What could such a thing be for?
The creature pulls back the branch
aims
swings
It connects
Against the Tree
There is a dull chuntk
All of a sudden
pain
pain
Unimaginable pain
What just happened?
He screams
(chuntk)
The King of Trees is screaming
crying
begging
His subjects watch in silence
Stunned to see their lord behaving like this
This creature must be a demon
(chuntk)
The Demon swings again
again
again
He does not hear the King's cries
He continues with his work
Whistling a merry tune
(chuntk)
The Mighty Oak feels only pain
Inescapable
Inexorable
His branches shake in agony
Some of his jadey leaves fall to the ground
The Demon tramples them
(chuntk)
The King feels his sap rush out
burbling
gushing
Staining the earth blow
Pumping wildly from his death wound
He is sapping to death
(chuntk)
Time crawls past
weeks
years
Or maybe just minutes
Time passes differently for a tree
Especially when he's being tortured
(chuntk)
The Tree shudders
leans
falls
What's happening?
The impact is the worst part
He lands with a bouush
What just happened?
he fell
he landed
He looks down his trunk
He sees a stump
HIS stump
The King of the Forest screams
a curse
a blight
A plague upon this thrice acursed demon
May a thousand locusts eat his leaves
May his roots rot into dust for what he has done
The other trees join him
mourning
weeping
Lamenting their fallen leader
But the demon ignores them
Pretending not to hear
The lord of the oaks yells at his subjects
commanding
pleading
Telling them to shut their eyes
They should not witness this
Should not see their King in such a state
They obey
eyes shut
backs turned
They will not embarrass their king
Will not cause him any more humiliation
Will not watch him die
He knows he is dying
water
nutrients
They came through the earth
Through his dismembered roots
Without them, it's only a matter of time
Under the pain, he feels something else
thirst
hunger
Without his roots, he cannot pull in water
Cannot initiate photosynthesis
Cannot live
The Tree lies there
low
humiliated
For how long, he doesn't know
But then, Time passes differently for a tree
Especially when he's dying