For centuries he gathers the earth in his arms: glass vials brimming with sugared time, chambers encased in stone kept warm with stoked fires beneath his quiet, evergreen vigil. The earth, in turn, drapes him in finery and sends her poorest to him, sad creatures in search of refuge from life’s harsh demands. For centuries, he holds them close to his heart. Until his death, when he’ll be sliced in two to count the rings inside his chest.
Thanks for reading! Here we have one of my favorite things to write about: sentient trees (lol), this one inspired by the beautiful tree pictured above. I have officially survived the end of my semester (hence my brief hiatus as I tied up some loose ends), and I’m already getting the typical summer burst of creativity. This summer will bring with it a lot of change, but I’m excited to see where it takes me. Until next time!