The Old Wise Tree
There the tree stands, silently leaving its imprint, expanding in knowledge, unknown to the human mind; There the tree mocks thee; matured from sapling to a good ole wise tree.
The young girl passes, paying no mind to the large tree desiring her company.
"lalalala," sings the young girl, her very innocence touching the core of the ole wise tree.
The young girl goes on down the dirt road, innocence blinding her of the old man sitting quietly on the side of the road with a small sack, and a bottle of stale ale.
"Hello sir" she singsongs naively; only getting a nod in return from the old man, and nothing more.
She continues on eventually reaching her home, where she removes her shoes and sits her merry self upon her favorite spot, the window looking out into the fields, where her mind wonders of past events and dreams yet to come.
The young girl begins to question:
"Hmmm, I wonder what that grumpy old man was doing sitting on the side of the road? Why did he not smile back when I sad hello?"
She thinks as deeply as her mind will expand, eventually leading her to the distant memory of the old wise tree she saw but did not notice.
"That tree! How funny… Did it question me? No not question,study me. Yes! Indeed! That wise old tree studied me. How intriguing! I shall stop at this old wise tree tomorrow." Declares the innocent sapling.
The very next morning, the young girl heads out upon her Journey. She carries with her a small bag containing three silver coins, four slices of bread and cheese, and a container of water; She skips down the dirt road, passing the old man, looking…
"Hello sir" singsongs she once more… this time getting a slight sparkle in the eyes of the old man following his nod.
What the young girl does not realize or perhaps understand,is that her greetings are touching this old man, who is rather lonely in his life, apart that of nature, who comforts and consoles him. He thinks to himself,
" This little one is of innocence and has a journey ahead, ready or not"
The young girl smiles, deeply satisfied, and skips on down the dirt road; Seeing the tree ahead, she stops ten feet away.
”This tree looks sad” thinks the sapling to herself.
She walks up slowly, listening, deeper and deeper with every small footprint left in the dry soil. The tree sways, its old branches creaking as the wind whispers its secrets to the old wise tree. She stops in arms length and reaches out, hoping for something, anything, her mind wondering.
"The tree knows" she thinks to herself
"The tree knows of something I do not" her mind expanding, thinking deeply.
"The tree is old and wise and has grown from sapling to what now lies before my innocent eyes"
The young girl reaches further, and with a final breath and hesitation, places her small palm upon the vast trunk of the old wise tree, feeling the energy pulsating through her palm and very being.
"Wow" She whispers, full of wonder and awe.
The tree stands tall and proud, knowing the energy of the innocent young girl; Knowing she is vast in knowledge she has yet to discover; knowing she is but a sapling, but will one day become a wise old woman much like itself.
The young girl sits under the tree understanding the tree has seen years to pass, long winters, springs, summers, and falls;seen men pass it by and by, and wars upon wars tear people apart.
"This tree is wise, strong, and full of knowledge" She thinks aloud.
A few leaves fall beside her bringing her attention to the soil.
"Dry, very dry" says she.
"You need water, for this long summer has been cruel to you,and I feel selfish having a jug full of water for myself."
The girl realizes then and there, other people around her may lack in what they need, lack in love.
"Aha" says she aloud, as the girl removes the water and pours it by the roots of the old wise tree.
" The old grumpy man; He did not smile the first,nor second time I said hello, but the second time, I swear upon the stars I saw a glimmer play upon his eyes! Can I have an effect upon this old wise man?"
The tree dance in the wind, causing the girl to look up, and see this tree look sad no more, but proud and strong, accepting to this young girls innocence.
Farther down along the road, the old wise man picked himself and his sack up and walks toward the tree, where he stops and watches the young girl staring up at the dancing tree.
"Ah" says he aloud; The young sapling has discovered my old wise tree; May she have a journey similar to mine, yet unique to her desires; a path to knowledge, maturity, and kindness.
The young girl notices him watching and smiles at him; Then looking down at her sack, pulls out her three silver coins, her four slices of bread and cheese and lies them upon the sack. She stands and touches her palm once more to the old wise tree before walking towards home. As she passes the old wise man, words come to pass.
"Hello sir" smiling
"Hello young lady" says he, smiling graciously.
They continue on there ways, the old wise man to sit down upon the roots of the old wise tree and to a large meal,and the young lady to her home where she continues to transform from a young lady to a woman, expanding her knowledge in every way possible.
To this day, the old wise tree stands firm with a rock lying underneath, engraved with the words”The Wise Old Man”. Man upon man passes, fools at that, never knowing they are being mocked at the foolery they will not give up. Every now and then, one will catch a wise old woman with a jug of water, a silver coin, and a slice of bread and cheese, sitting under the wise old mocking tree, understanding her journey and of those who pass.
Author: Rose Scott (This is my story I wrote for a coming of age piece )