one lonely success

outside his house there was a sprawling tree, aged and full of life.

it held its branches high in a testament to a lifetime of faithful service.

as the winter breeze blew bitterly against his face, the leaves rustled ever so slightly.

he would sit for hours and admire it for its persistance and dedication.

it had been here as long as anyone could remember and never failed to follow through with its appointed task.

in the fall its leaves faded, fell to the ground, and gave way to the season.

winter had brought the cold and the rain, but it was unphased.

springtime would be here soon and the warm sun would bring new life and soon it would flourish again and this gave him hope.

he often wished he could have been this tree.
never waivering.
never offending.
never crying.
never making others cry.
surviving all of life’s trials.

he wished he could recreate himself in the springtime, shed his skin and be alive again.

as he sat staring, he glanced over and saw mystery standing in the shadows.

he tried to speak, but she was gone and he was alone again…wishing he was his dreaming tree.