The Great Tree has many names – Yggdrasil, the White Tree, Existence, and more. From time to time it bears wondrous golden apples, of youth or knowledge or bright burning hydrogen.
It straddles the barriers between dream and reality, between life and death, story and history.
It is dying now, withered and scarred and bare, like a gnarled hand clawing at the dark cosmos. You can see the notches where knives and axes have cut into it, where its sap, its precious lifeblood, has been decanted.
It is the Tree of Life, and when it fails, so too do we all.
Author bio: John Xero writes little big stories. The longer, bigger stories are proving more troublesome.
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For what its worth I like your little big stories. This one included.
ReplyDeleteIt's worth a lot, Pete. Thank you. =)
DeleteMy friend Darwin had a sketch of this tree that seemed pretty important. I was always afraid what would happen if he crumpled it up.
ReplyDeleteJust pray he doesn't toss it on the fire...
DeleteThanks, John.
Well, that's a depressing thought.
ReplyDeleteIt's not too late though, it just needs a little tlc (OK, a lot). ;)
DeleteThis packs a punch. A man of few words but the message drives home. This felt like an elegy.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kath.
DeleteSeems we're headed that way fast. Good story!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Eric. Hopefully we'll turn around in time...
DeleteGreat writing as always, John. May I recommend: http://evergreentlc.com/
ReplyDeleteHa ha! =) They'll need a 'no job too big' policy... ;)
DeleteThanks, Jack. =)