The Memory Tree

A tree looms over me. From afar, it looks like a normal cherry blossom, but close up I can see it's special.

It has an aura of the past, as though someone zapped it into the future. The clouds drift away, revealing

the bright afternoon sun, causing the tree to glimmer. As my eyes adjust to the glimmering tree and the

bright sun, I realize it’s only the light pink leaves that are shimmering. 

I reach up and brush my fingers against a leaf. Then, I lightly pluck it and turn it over. A picture shimmers
there, a picture of a little me and another girl. Amazed, I pluck another leaf, this one with words. As I read,
my theory is confirmed. This is the memory tree. A tree that holds the beauty of my world within its leaves,
for every leaf, holds a forgotten memory. Suddenly, the tree has me entranced. I must read more, see more
wonderful, beautiful memories. I pluck leaf after leaf, remembering memory after memory. I reach up,
hungrily, wanting to see more of the beauty of my world. My memories. My world. My everything. But
suddenly, I’m falling. Falling away from my beautiful world. 

I need more. I must get back. I am lying on my bed. Eyes wide, breathing hard. Slowly, I sit up and drink

the glass of water on my bedside table. Then I pick up my journal, and title a new entry,

“THE BEAUTY OF MY WORLD.” I start writing down every memory that has been awakened within me,

never wanting to forget them again.





Hey guys, I wrote this a while ago, but hope you like it! let me know what you want to see me write about in the comments, I would love some suggestions.

stay safe,

Nia K

Comments

  1. DreamstarDecember 7, 2020 at 8:56 AM

    i love the deepness, depth, and feeling!
    Can you make one about a sun rising above an ocean?

    ReplyDelete

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