Among the Trees

In the last week, my workplace has endured waves of the stomach flue and of head colds. We're a couple of pounds lighter and feeling like partial investors in products like Imodium, Airborn, and Emergen-C, all for which we have been quite grateful. We are good sharers at my work place - not only did we share our bouts of illnesses, we shared many good home remedies and many laughs over our communal bugs. Ugh.

A bit of a sad, short one, so if you're in a lousy mood and looking for something to lift your spirits, this may not be it. If you are looking for something uplifting, read last week's short, The Road, or skip down to the YouTube link below for two minutes of cuteness.

I wrote this poem after going on a long walk through Balboa Park, a local/beautiful part of San Diego. I saw a tree that was twisted as if it was trying to bring something closer. Growing around, over, and among the tree was a collection of wild, dark leafed ivy. It was inspiring, albeit dark. But, it is October, the month of dark, spooky tales, so here goes!

Among the Trees

Once there was a woman whose heart had been destroyed from losing her only one. It was not love that was stolen from them, but life.

She ran to the forest and found safety in the raised root arms of a tree. She wept and wept and wept. Her tears flowed in such a rush that the ivy in which she nestled among came to life. 

Earth deeply pitied this sapling mangling for her fears.

The arms of the ivy stretched and grew around her, trying to pull her into a tender embrace. But the ivy had no knowledge of the frailties of man and so the ivy squeezed until the poor broken soul could no longer breathe. 

The tears and her fears were ebbed. The poor broken soul now lie dead. Her spirit was free, yet doomed to wander as a haunting memory.

And now a video of ridiculous cuteness to make you laugh and smile again:

http://youtu.be/MxwH9RbQzJ0

Until next week, dear readers!

Your humble author,

S. Faxon