The Lost Tree

The Lost Tree

He comes from a lineage of great trees, grown from the seed of giants, fashioned after their great strength. His capacity is great, a son of great bearers of fruit. 

And yet, he struggles. Like seeds sown on thorny ground, when the sun shines and the wind blows, his weak roots are torn from the barren ground. 

In this weakened state, he becomes vulnerable to the diseases that would attack and kill – silent killers that tear at his roots, weakening his will and extracting his strength and vitality. 

And the gardener cries out: Oh, why doth this come to pass? Can we not save him? He is of strong seed, and was nourished and watered as a youth. And yet, now he struggles to merely survive. 

He fights and struggles for strength, for nourishment, but he does not find it. And yet he struggles on. How long can this pitiful being continue? How long can he fight before he must lie down in the grave of unfulfilled possibility?

A gardener casts his caring eye upon the poor tree, and lo, for a moment it appears that he is saved. But the gardener’s petition to his Master for the needed care is not heard, and inadequate help is placed just out or reach, forcing the tree to struggle ever more.

What of the many generations that might have sat under the tree, enjoying its shade and eating of its fruit? It was of good seed. In place of its potential for many seasons of fruit and beauty, it will not be remembered, and will provide but a fleeting moment of warmth to those who neglected it.