As I lay on my back I watched the leaves dance in the wind. I’ve lived in this grotto for years now, that I have forgotten what the outside world looks like. To others this place would look like a sanctuary with gorgeous green trees with fruits of every kind, vibrant coloured flowers, soft green grass and a sparkling lake, but to me this is prison cell that I can’t escape. Mountain high walls cage me in, making everything feel tiny and crushing any hope of freedom. I never knew how I got here. All I know is that went to sleep and woke up with giant walls surrounding my lake. I grab an apple from a nearby tree before I walk over to the left side of the grotto. As I near I sense that something is off. I look around trying to see if anything is different and sure enough there is one tree whose leaves have started to brown and fall off. This couldn’t be right. I definitely know I visited this side of the grotto two days ago and all the trees, including this one, where all starting to grow. I don’t understand, I look after all the plant life here in the grotto as best I can, by watering a bit with my lake, even though it makes me a bit weaker. I walk back to my lake wondering how on Earth this could have happened. “ Is one of your poor trees dying? What a shame it was very beautiful, but I …show more content…
How did you get in here? How did you know about the tree? And what did you mean its beauty is yours?” I question while I search for where the voice is coming from. “ You know who I am, Nevaeh, and I had a little help from a magical friend of mine and, for your tree, it was me that poisoned it.” The voice replies. The voice seems familiar; I’ve definitely heard it before, but where? Suddenly it clicks. It’s Calisto, they say she is the most beautiful girl in my village, well that’s what I last heard before I was trapped here. “ I know it’s you Calisto”, I yell out, as I turn around in circles trying to find her, “and you still haven’t answered one of my
“Howdy! There’s no need to hide over there!” You flinched, before reluctantly slipping from your hiding spot behind the wall. After all, there’s no need to be afraid of the small flower. It seemed nice enough. It looked similar to the ones from the previous room with its golden petals, except it had a face; a face with a grin unbelievably large. “There we go!
Trees are important not only physically but also spiritually and for many this fact is lost. Physically trees provide humans with beauty and a healthy ecosystem. Spiritually trees provide humans a connection to nature. Their importance has been lost in our modern times as humans further separate themselves from nature. While forgotten by many, their actions still resonate. The two modern poems “The Tree Agreement” by Elise Paschen and “Living Tree” by Robert Morgan trumpet the value trees hold in comparable ways. In the poem “The Tree Agreement” the speaker argues for the benefits of the Siberian Elm against a disagreeing neighbor. By structuring the poem in this manner, the poet highlights how people are blind to the services trees provide while simultaneously highlighting said services. The tree is portrayed almost as a friend or ally to the speaker. The speaker describes not only to the significance of the tree to humans like the neighbor and the speaker but also to the other living creatures surrounding them. The poem “Living Tree” focuses on the actions performed by trees in cemeteries. This poem follows a more spiritual route when compared to Paschen’s poem. This poem describes the process those who have been buried go through and the role trees play in this process. The trees in this poem are portrayed as lightning rods for the chemicals and spirits of the dead. This relationship is portrayed positively, as the trees are a monument to the passing of life. These poems
I lived in Detroit before I had to move to Cleveland because I got expelled from high school. I’m an African-American 16 year old who is a greedy, and is a mean drug dealer. I used to be a good kid, but when I killed my parents the adrenaline in my body produced my true colors. When I came across a garden, something then caught my eyes: a teenager who looked like he was planting marijuana. Then a devious plan showed up in my brain. My plan was to befriend that teenager, who would then work with me in selling marijuana. I went into the garden straight to that teenager.
To Ernest’s horror, the tree
swelling from the old gnarled vines, cascade down to cover the trunks. The full green
Granpa takes Little Tree to the mountaintop at dawn, to watch the mountain “coming alive”. As Little Tree watches and feels the mountain awakening, he realizes that he and Granpa have “an understanding that most folks don’t know” (Carter 8). Granpa said, “Folks who laugh and say that all is known about Nature, and that Nature don’t have a soul spirit, have never been in a mountain spring storm. When She’s birthing spring, She gets right down to it, tearing at the mountains like a birthing woman clawing at the bed quilts” (Carter 102). Little Tree is taught to sense his connection with Mother Earth, so he will live in harmony with the land, animals, and other people in the world. Little Tree learns that everything in nature has a
People were rude and cruel to them, the town didn’t like new people. Their mission was to destroy the tree and collect three golden apples. This sounded simple to them, but soon they would find out this was much harder than expected. The tree could talk and it had a forever low face, it was as grumpy cruel and rude as all the people in the town were. The tree created all of the misery, pain and war in the world. They arrived at the tree it was the biggest tree in the world, it was treated as one of the gods because no one had the courage to destroy it and it was about as old as the
The relationship between the Tree and the family in the poem The Black Walnut Tree by Mary Oliver is conveyed as harsh and difficult. If they choose to sell the tree then it’s assured that the house will be safe, however, they lose a part of their history. If they do not sell the tree, then they have a chance of the tree destroying the house, but they are struggling to even pay the mortgage and cannot afford any more expenses. By the selected spacing of the poem, figurative language, and lyric this relationship dilemma is conveyed.
The trees are being cut down, and they are losing their homes. They must have trees to survive.
“The trees are columns of slick, brindled bark like muscular animals overgrown beyond all reason. Every space is filled with life: delicate poisonous frogs war-painted like skeletons, clutched in copulation, secreting their precious eggs onto dripping leaves... And in reply, a choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. This forest eats itself and lives forever” (5)
The tree itself is ancient; you have been told that most Fruit trees live, at most, fifty years, but this one has grown wide around the trunk and long in the branches. Despite its age, it still makes fruit. The tree makes almost every fruit in the world. Some say that this is the fruit tree after which the monastery was named, a true immortal tree. Other believe it to be a descendant of the original Fruit True. The Fruit Tree’s branches extend over a lake around the tree and reflects on it. It is normally a very peaceful spot, but now the atmosphere it thick. Abraham stands there with Master Shen, the oldest teacher in the
Leafless or Broken Branches: Unless it’s wintertime, a tree should have leaves, and a tree without leaves is most likely an unhealthy tree. Broken branches could be a warning that part, if not all, of your tree isn't doing so
The boy replies in a similar manner every single time the tree asks to play. By the third time this dialogue between the tree and the boy is said, it is possible to understand what is going to happen next. The recurrence of this event is not only stylistic, but it also helps convey the tragic relationship between the boy, a narcissistic taker, and the tree, a compulsive enabler. Not only does the recurrence of event display a hidden meaning, but symbols portray obscure messages as
Look at all those tree stumps; it’s as if a giant cut down the trees. Wandering the Petrified Forest National Park, Arizona, I noticed the fallen trees were devoid of bark and branches and some appeared cut, with a chainsaw.