Andysleeps

A lonely, young girl looks out the window at her tree. Three weeks she has spent in this hospital room, and the tree is her only friend. Family forgotten, she lays silently through chemotherapy, and as they pump the chemicals into her, her soul screams for the sunshine outside. It strikes her tree, dying and reaching for another moment in the light, another moment to live. Just like her. Later, the sun is setting on the twisted, broken infested tree. As her vision blurs, the tree comes in and out of focus. Turns out it died, and is now only rotting away. Rotting away. Just like her.

On the way to Valco mall there is an empty lot. An empty, desolate wasteland of broken dreams and half-baked plans. One single, lonely tree stands in the corner, bare and fruitless. No flowers grow. Not even weeds. Dirt, brown and hard, covers the area. Sometimes it becomes muddy when the rain tries to wash away the despair. You can see tracks from bulldozers and cranes trying to shape something, make it different. Wind howls over the barren land. But I don't see it barren. I see love and life. Potential. The grand, old tree now a grandfather amongst young saplings. Bearing leaves and new twigs for kids to crunch up. I see those few dry gras