The Tree That Whispers
There once was an adventure seeking, young boy. His name was Cyress. He loved to explore the untouched forest behind his grandfather’s shed. He would make armory with the fallen limbs, pinecones, and rocks. One day he was on his usual quest and from a distance he heard a whisper. The faint voice was like a magnet to Cypress's ear drum. The whisper told him, “go to the charted path.” The boy began to walk in a direction he’s never ventured to before.
Walking through the rubbish of fallen trees a path mysteriously opened up before his eyes. At the end sat a throne, “Be still the nature king belongs here” read the plaque. The whispers grew in a chant demanding Cypress to take the throne and be the new king of the trees. Cypress going from one head turn to the next didn’t think he had the capability. He decided to force himself to believe. He sat upon the throne and this immediate wave of tornadoes formed around him.
He turned into the most beautiful, tremendous tree among them all. All trees grew back their lost branches and had an abundance of light put back into them.
The forest lives on. The End
