💚 Weeping Willow 💚

Hi Everyone, It’s bicyclecat. Sorry I have not been posting as much.

Here is another Stories for glories. It’s about Weeping Willows one my favorite kinds of trees.

By Bicyclecatstories.

I am a being.

I am wild.

I am gentil.

I know you.

You come everyday at 2:00.

I trust you to not cut me down.

I trust you not to write on my clean bark.

I trust you, human.

I am a Weeping Willow.

I see you come. Across the long field. The green grass moves to the beat of the wind.It is sunny .Clouds in the disnest. I watch you get closer,and closer. You hug my body of bark and twigs.You brought a book. You read me a story. You tell me your dreams. The winds begin to get tougher. I watch you leave. I am left to the darkened skies,and the storm up ahead. My vines of wisdom blow in the once thought wind. My body is forced to move. The storm blows. Animals climb into my holes. I feel like a…

The night falls. Stars come. I see one flying through the air. That star makes me think of you and your dream. Your dream of becoming, a star. I want to be a star. I won’t ever. My dreams are impossible.

The next day you sing me a song about a a girl name Mary, and her sheep.

You sleep. I count sheep. You leave me again, the next morning. You bring your friends. They climb in my arms of wise bark. You tell them to get down but they don’t. The pain. Your friends write on my bark. Your friends chop off my baby branch. I want to scream. Just like you do. I have madness.

Your friends get out of my arms. One friend hits me. Your friends make a bad joke about being friends with a tree.

“Yeah right,I’m just a tree.” I would say.

You run away. Your face dripping with tears.

I wish. I wish your. I wish your friends would shut up!

My Vines hits one of your bully friends.

He grabs his knife.

AHHHHHHH!

All my madness pours out. I can’t do this anymore.I use all my power. I feel like I called the earth. I ask Mother Earth “Mother, may I kindly ask for a wind storm?”My roots dig in deeper.

I’m ready.

The wind blows. HARD.

All my other longer vines wips your bullys friends. You see me. I am on your team.

Rain falls down. They run away. Away from the wiping of my vines.

You come up to me.

You hug me.

I feel you crying.

“You are making me cry!” I think.

I hug you back.

You run home, look back at me, waving.

The Storm I ask for does not stop.

“Mother,That is good.” I say to Earth.

“Sorry,Willow your not the only living thing in this world.” Mother says.

A Clap thunder hits right next to me.

I die

I die,proud.

I die knowing I helped you.

We die, together.

I am the end of a beginning, you are the star in the sky.

I am still living in a new body.

I am a seed.

I am a weeping Willow.

That’s weeping willow

bye!