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.

This is Beechwood 2-0828. It’s all been very sudden. He was killed just six days ago in an automobile accident on the Brooklyn Bridge. The call operator interrupt saying my three minutes was up. And so, I am sitting here in this deserted camp in Gallup, New Mexico. I am trying to get a hold of myself so I won’t go mad. I have to go home to mother and tell her i’m not dead. So I got in the car and started driving as fast I could to her house. Then suddenly I saw the old man in the middle of the road but i kept driving until I was to my mothers house. I stopped only four times to eat and sleep that's all I had to see her and tell her i'm not dead. During my trip back home I would see the man with fresh raindrops on this raincoat every twenty miles. I was

The warm sun at its peak in the day and the smell of dampness in the air. A light mist touches the ground and I can hear the animals of nature at play. How strange it would be to walk upon four maples perfectly aligned in this one spot, left untouched. No one to hear them if they fall. One would automatically wonder, who had a planted them and why.

Lush red and orange leaves touched by morning dew fill the limbs of an old Oak tree, rustling as the wind slowly made her way by, teasing the edges of the leaves and tempting them to come with her. The weaker ones went, not realizing their fate, twirling in her presence, following as far as they could manage in the air, encased in feelings of happiness and freedom. Soon, however, the wind died down; causing the leaves to drop and crumble onto the ground. They couldn't express their feelings of remorse so they crumbled in on themselves, shutting out the wind. She came back at times, and some fell for it, the ones that hadn't learned their lesson, they followed her again. Each that did, were ripped to pieces. The tree, in the end, had been robbed.

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 .

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.

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

Suddenly, everyone fell quiet. One can only hear the wind sweeping through the forest, the leaves rustling at the touch of breeze.

The bell had just rang, school was out. “Olivia, Mrs. Larsson calls.” Olivia is in 6th grade. Her teacher Mrs. Larsson talks to her every day after school telling her the same thing over and over. “You been misbehaving at lunch today”! But this time it was different. “Olivia it's your turn to stay after school and clean the room”. Olivia hated cleaning the room after school, she always ended up staying too late. “ Now run along and tell your mother, I don’t want her to worry like she did last time!” “Ok Mrs. Larsson.” I reply, I run to call my mom but she didn't answer, and my dad was at work so I couldn't call him. “Yup my mom knows.” I say, but she really didn't. “Ok then, well I am going to go home so behave yourself!” Mrs. Larsson says

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

“The Forest, The Trees, and The One Things” an article by Allan G. Johnson explains that the five social systems relate back to the famous board game Monopoly. Johnson (1997) explains that society is people and people are society. To understand social life, all we have to do is understand what makes the individual psyche tick. What Johnson means by this is that people are individuals when they are by themselves, when they are within a group of people they become a society. By the ways that the people talk, move and act they influence the others around them to act a certain way too, this is what makes up a society.

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.

In Allen Johnson’s “The Forest, The Trees, and The One Thing”, he expresses that in order to understand sociology we need to be able to understand the relationship between biography and history. To explain this, Johnson uses five rules to sociology called the sociological imagination. These rules explain how an individual relates to social systems.

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.

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.