Innocent Dreamer

Once every hundred years or so. A tree, beautiful in nature, crisp golden leaves and strong empowering roots that dig deep down through the earth that clasps its foundations, rendering it immobile.

Life that it was given, is far different from its own siblings and parents. A life of dreaming. A young sapling becomes aware of the joy of growing. Seeing its self towering over its neighbours, growing a sturdy trunk and fluttering arms adorned in leafy luminance. It dreams of what creatures may one day visit it. It may be birds, squirrels, a magnificent plethora of dazzling insects of exotic shapes and curious colours, and even strange indulgent creatures from the land of man.

Every form of growth it takes is not a sway of nature. It is of ones own soul and its ever growing desire to branch forth into the future.