Only seven years old,
A child walks through the woods with his parents,
Enjoying the warmth of the sun in the fall as they caress through the trail within the mountains of Kentucky,
It's a joyous day indeed.
Running along the trail the boy trips over a grape vine,
As he catches reality back on the pole he notices a chestnut seed in front of him,
Mesmerized he gently hold it within his palms,
Graciously running the tips of his fingers across the spines.
He then decides to pocket it and take it home,
As they begin to return home he remembers the chestnut within in his pocket,
It's been scratching at his leg for a few hours now,
It's now time to plant it.
With the help of his parents they gently pry the nut from the shell,
Once fourth to the yard they begin digging a modest sized hole,
Implanting the chestnut within the ground,
Soon the tree will begin to sprout.
It's been a Month and a half since the seed has been planted,
As the boy went to water it like usual he suddenly noticed something,
Within the ground was a little stem with two leafs relaxed along the rich soil,
It has germinated.
Many years begin to fly by as the tree grows ever taller,
Along the hill that sits behind the house of the child,
Lies a family of four,
A father and mother accompanied by a nine year old girl and a now twelve year old boy.
As the tree sits ever tall now the tree watches over this family,
Witnessing as the children rise every morning for school before they get along the bus,
As the parents leave during the evening to go to work,
Life seems to be balanced for the moment.
Yet one day many years later,
After a long day as the horizon gently hugged the sun and the moon,
Mother and daughter were leaving the house,
Suddenly as they were pulling out of the drive way they stuck by truck,
Rendering them departed on the spot.
For many of more years the tree wept its leaves in sorrows,
It loved its family,
As they had picnics and would swing along the tire wrapped around its sturdy trunk,
Yet now for awhile the tree would see no one visit.
Except the boy,
He visits every day and every night,
As he tells the tree about his day and what's going on his life.
Him and his father have fallen out,
As the dad drinks every night to ease the pain,
Him and his father no longer see eye to eye,
So the boy takes comfort in his best friend.
It's now winter many years later,
A child now a young man aged twenty three,
Left to fend for the house himself after his father disappeared one night as he went to the bar as usual,
He works within the compounds of a car part factory slaving away day and night.
Yet only a year later it seem the young man now twenty four seems to bring a beautiful woman home,
One the tree notices is making the atmosphere different,
Within the co2 the tree absorbs around the house he feels the levels have lowered.
Now twenty seven years old,
Within the compounds of the house below the tree's hill lies within it two children,
Two girls aged two and barely even one,
This establishment seems to have recovered its joy after a hollowing stalemate.
Every saturday when the man and woman are off,
They bring their children to the tree,
Having picnics under it and just enjoying life as it should be enjoyed,
Along the roots that lie underneath the sheet and bench the tree can feel the warmth of emotions strong within it.
This goes on until the girls are around the age of thirteen and fourteen,
Now it's only the man that visits every saturday to once again speak with his dearest friend,
He thanks the tree for his persistence,
As the wind blows in the fall of this year leaves begin a spread throughout the air.
It was dark this night as the crescent moon's stolen light dripped along the rusted tin of the house,
When the screams could be heard within the house,
Ambulances soon followed with the hours along with three to four cops,
Someone had broken into the house while the man was away at work and... well it was a burglary that couldn't have gone worst.
Deprived and depressed,
Lost of all love and comfort,
He resorts to drinking,
For it's the only thing he feels eases the pain anymore.
Now fourty three,
It's been three years since he has lost his family,
Underneath the tree to the right of the bench lies three graves he has created in remembrance for his wife and children,
He visits every Saturday just like he did with his family.
As he drinks the sunset down,
He once again thanks the tree for putting up with him through all of chaos within his life,
He begins repenting memories like their a prophecy to end times,
As he begins to depart for his house he trips and looses his balance.
He would've surely died from the steep fall of the hill if it wasn't for one of the tree's roots sticking out within the ground,
As he pulls himself back up he stares at the ground for a unsettling amount of time until finally saying aloud,
"Thank You; For Everything"
Then as he departs safely down the hill before laying for rest the tree feels a ease of serendipity.
Twenty years have passed,
Now sixty three the man sits along in his house,
His only friend the chestnut tree,
Still every Saturday the man visits his dearest friend.
As winter came this year though the mans electrical heating went out,
He didnt have money to buy firewood.
So he climbed to the hill to talk to his dearest friend one last time.
"For all these years since I was but a child you have stood strong and tall above my house watching over my family for many decades now"
"Yet now in my time of need is when I need you the most my old friend",
He said as he departed down towards his house.
He returned a few minutes later with a axe in hand,
Was the tree angry,
Was he afraid,
It felt cherished and praised.
For it knew it was her time,
For you see the tree would do anything to help and protect his oldest and dearest friend,
"Of course it'll hurt" the tree it thought to herself,
"Yet I'll let bygones be bygones".
With tears in his eyes,
He tore away at the chestnut tree,
As chips of timber fly throughout the late November air,
Little did he know the tree was smiling through the pain.
Eventually the tree had fallen and now their was just a stump,
A beautiful and prominent reminder of the gentle giant that once stood tall upon the hill,
Yet just as the trees life faded over the next few months he noticed that the man returned bearing seeds from his tree preparing to plant them close along the hill within range of his house
As the old man planted these seeds along the hill the tree watched as it smiled in joy as the chestnut tree's life faded away.