Tree sitting

“The Giving Tree” by Shel Silverstein is a classic tale that has been read to children as a bedtime story since its first publishing in 1964. However many have argued on what the meaning behind the story is. Could it be focus on what you need rather than what you want, maybe even you can’t outrun your problems, or quite possibly let love rule. These arguments are right in their own way, however they all have one thing in common, they each are a strong moral message that children should learn.…

Malicious A twisted tree trunk protrudes out of the silt like earth, covered in crude knots and lanky dead branches; the trunk hovers over the small stretch of land it sits upon. The rough, callous bark of the foreboding tree a dark hazel splattered with sections of sunken grooves. A shadow casts upon the intruding tree, darkening the bottom section of the once splendid trunk to a sinister shade of black. The upper top half on the trunk splintered, as if its own structure and size had betrayed…

what makes it such a beautiful tree. Our campus Weeping Willow Tree consisted of inflorescence flowers. Looking closely we were able to see that they were already drying up. Also an interesting fact about this tree is that the flowers bloomed first and now at this time it’s starting to leaf. The Weeping Cherry Tree that we analyzed had a birds nest in it that we assumed was there since last year. The appearance of this tree is very similar to the Weeping Willow Tree. However, a valuable fact…

The cedar tree has lived on planet earth for thousands of years, watching the evolution which has taken place to bring us to current day. Standing tall at heights of up to 150 feet, the cedar tree takes pleasure in the beauty of it’s surroundings. The cedars are known for their networks of strong roots which go deep beneath the ground, as well as their strong trunks which protect them from anything mother nature has in mind. Cedar wood has also been extremely useful to the people, and has been…

beautiful tune. A graceful cock remind us that the day has just started with his song and a flock of pigeon flies swiftly across the open pasture, flowing beside the gentle breeze, back to its watchfully composed nest on the branch of a tree. This wise, ancient ceiba tree proudly watches over the fields, casting shadows over the flowers that would sag if exposed to the sun. Smaller, more delicate trees frame the field. Having sat dormant all night, fresh…

“ You know better than that!” I hear a small voice say coming from within the tree. “I’m sorry papa but I didn’t think that that apple would fall! I just assumed it would be a nice place to lay.” Another voice whined. “Hello?” I…

“What to write, what to write, what to write,” I thought out loud, “Short story ideas are harder than I thought!” We had commenced our short story unit in English. I was striving to come up with some ideas sitting on a stump along the primordial trail. Vines engulfed the forest in a corybantic scheme, encasing it in a velvety film of nature. Scintillating and radiant wildflowers grew along these vines, with butterflies of every discrepancy ravenously fluttering along these flowers. Deers crooned…

right side of the clearing. And a very large hollowed tree towers over the clearing. It is very late in the night, but the moon is full and illuminating the clearing. ELIZA WISHART is sitting in front of the tree with her head on her knees. She is holding a small pocket knife. The word “sorry” has been carved into the bottom of the tree. ELIZA: I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Laura; this is all my fault. I followed you here, I watched you climb the tree and I watched you jump. I saw the rope being…

This felt like a brand new day, knowing this drum was going to bring her gifts of magic. She could hardly stand the anticipation! She flew out of bed and ran to her drum, finding it just where she left it, sitting outside under her tree. She said a little prayer, thanking her drum for showing her the way home, for opening her heart, for filling her up with love and tapping into her very own heartbeat! She reached out to touch her drum, caressing the flesh. It was soft…

When sun fall comes around I get off the ship, I walk along the dock onto the gigantic island. The first thing I see is a deep forest that is full of tall thick oak trees, the top of the trees makes it hard to see the sky. Around me seems to be all darkness at the moment I feel this menacing feeling as I walk deeper and deeper into the forest. I stop walking when I reached a stone path which I assume leads to the Cyclops’ town. I get quiet holding in my breath listening for any signs of dangers…