Lone Tree Monologue

I think I might need to go back home to Cloudstreet, just to see how Fish is going, just to be able to talk to him again… after all this time, I wonder if he even wants to see me.

The enchanted forest pulsed in, it’s ancient heartbeat, the deep, haunting song sweeping through the swaying leaves. The woody incense of thousands of leaves and branches matting the forest floor filled the air and dominated our nostrils. Soon, the branches will bend to the will of the whispering wind, allowing the sun to fill every nook and cranny with its the lustrous, golden light, illuminating the full grandeur of a forest that is steeped in plushness and opulence. But for now, the sprawling limbs of centuries-old trees still guarded the darkness, blotting out most of the gentle rays of dawn’s light.

The vast sky above the trees was home to an array of clouds. At the turn of night, a sparkling variety of stars. The clouds were as fluffy as cotton, each with its own unique shape. As delicate as daisies, yet unbending like metal. The stars were as sharp and as piercing as thorns, but also as lovely as the bud itself. The clouds conquered the day before all time, but they gladly let the stars race across the plains as it darkened. It was the natural order, and was seen by all as equal and fair.

It was a bleak summer’s evening with the shadows deepening on a path that ambled down between bitternut hickory trees and then cut sideways across a field of tiny green grapevines. There was a wind beginning, small gusts that rattled the fence posts and set the dandelions dancing in unison on the broad expanse of lawn. Rain spotted our shirts and glistened on our nylon backpacks.

From the morning mist reclining on blades of grass, to cool winds sweeping through the forest trees

That night I didn’t know what lied ahead for me, I just wanted to clear my head from the tragedy that was left for me.  The one thing I can’t decided is which took the bigger toll on me the physical damages or the mental.  Here we will jump in to the horrific things that have happened to me. You may not believe a single word I utter. I tell you this really did happen, this story is true, and I’m not insane.  Let me introduce myself before we get into the story.  I am Izzy Hallis.

A nice breeze is filling my forest… it is amazing today, the birds are celebrating with more cheerful tones than usual, and the supernatural are on their top.

Deep in the overgrown woods of the Ebony Forest, where the trees are as dark as the night sky currently above it, a small light flickers into the shadows as a lone figure sits down in the dirt, his back to a tree, with a small contraption that produces a small flame from the end. The figure pulls the hood of his cobalt blue robe down a little further as a strong gust of wind blows by; not only causing him to shiver, but for his small flame to go out as well. Letting out a small gasp, he clicks a button on the side of his strange device a few times, making it produce a few sparks, but no flame. He looks down at the pile of sticks and dead leaves he was trying to light before clenching his fist around the contraption and throwing it into the

Hearing the hit of the ball upon the bat from afar, I contemplated life whilst I ruled from atop my plastic fortress, but not all was peaceful in my kingdom. The evil force that cast me into the abyss from whence came my kingdom had returned. The shrill screech that was the call of the Evil Playground Lady resounded through the air.

Sitting in the green grass with many incredibly large trees within the area, it seemed like a perfect day to lie down and stare at the different shapes of clouds slowly shifting through the sky and birds moving through the distance. The

Streaks of shimmering sunlight filtered through a golden canopy of trees, casting elegant shadows to dance across the mossy verdure. The lush grass was invested with thriving insects that swarmed on the ground like an overcrowded marketplace. The crickets made a harmonious song that echoed throughout the forest, almost in sync with the repetitive calls of exotic animals that were crawling through shrubbery and soaring high in the leafy giants. Leathery leaves brushed against each other in the feeble breeze, almost as if they were whispering in hushed tones whilst squirrels ran and frolicked in the bushes.

My biggest mistake was to believe I'd be well hidden by its shelter. I wish I had been smarter than that, but I was so small then. I thought it'd be my savior. All those skyscraping trees swaying with leaves glowing emerald, I once found so beautiful. In

Monkey Village- Keeper Amy, however, she called in and I was placed with Keeper Debbie, covered for Amy, in the morning and Danyelle, Baboon and Mandrill string, in the afternoon.

As the sun rose over the horizon it awoke the jungle slowly and efficiently. Soon I could hear the morning birds chirp with all their heart and that triggered joy and excitement in my soul. A morning breeze toured the jungle making the flowers and leaves tango with rhythm and finesse as though they were experts. The lush evergreen trees stood so firm as if the roots were clinging for their very life, in the distance there was a Crystal River and a waterfall as its source. I could hear the rampaging rapids after the dip of the waterfall which slowly converted into a swift river forcefully turning at every bank.

Along time ago there was a young boy named link traveled to great lengths to save his village and the hyrule castle. The castle was attacked a evil evil man he went through anyone who was not on his side . then Link did everything in his power to find and kill ganon. this is the story my father Deku tree told me . The reason i’m telling you this story is ganon is back . As Iwata starts wonder what the the great Deku tree just told him his uncle purple haired magoo was about to leave when he turned around and told Iwata to stay here with the great Deku tree and don't go anywhere .