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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Good and Bad (05/07/09)

TITLE: The Tree
By Christina Banks
05/14/09


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How long has it been since I was last touched and admired? It has been a long time. As a matter of fact, it only happened once, and that was long before you were born. I sit here remembering the days when I could hear the voices talking as they walked among the trees. I can still remember, all these years later, how I felt when they looked at me.

I am a special tree. God made me that way. There are no other trees like me, and there never will be. All of these years I have been alone, without even a sapling to regale with my memories of times past. No one dares come near me now. There are those who protect the garden with swords, and none are allowed to pass. It is not for my benefit that the garden is protected, though I am a very special tree. It is that other tree that keeps them away, the Tree of Life. It is the other that causes me remain unloved and untouched. No, thatís not true. It was Godís design that I be as I am. Sometimes it is hard to sit here year after year, century after century, while everything else changes. I tend to think back on better times. Times when God walked among the trees with his two friends.

I have missed so much. I have never felt little hands and little feet climb up through my boughs. I have not known the touch of a human in oh so long. I can still feel her hand as she caressed my fruit. She knew that my fruit would taste good. It wasnít my fault that there was a curse on it. It wasnít my fault that she ate to begin with. I am not really a bad tree. When I was created, God said that I was good. It was His purpose that bad would come from eating my fruit. It wasnít my fault. Yet, I must suffer with them. Alone in this garden.

Alone.

I have watched the other trees in the garden grow old and die, all except that other tree. It too remains the same as when God spoke us into being. I have watched the weeds creep into the garden and take over the well manicured carpets of flowers and grass. I have seen bloodshed and I have heard the screams of things hunted in the night. The world is much different now than it was before the woman took my fruit.

It is a dark world, full of good and bad. This is not the way that God intended for things to be. Perhaps, if he had not made me, things could have continued on in the pleasant way. But it was Godís plan that I be here in the garden.

And here I am.

What is that I feel on my top most branches? Water? Coming from the sky?

This has never happened before. The water is coming down harder. It is rising up my trunk. God must have a plan for all of this. He is such a good God. I just wish I knew what it was. The water...


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Ruth Ann Moore05/14/09
Very inventive perspective. I like how you anchored the time with the start of the flood.
Bryan Ridenour05/15/09
Very creative...right on topic...well done.
Jana Kelley05/15/09
Very creative and nicely done! I enjoyed...
Marilyn Schnepp 05/16/09
Fiction is not my 'cup of tea'; however, this is very unique with a whimsical twist of regret...of what might have been IF only...

Nice job.
Jim McWhinnie 05/16/09
I appreciated this imaginative POV. I too have a certain fascination with the thoughts of trees.
Colin Swann05/19/09
Unusual, but very interesting. Very creative too. Well done and thanks for sharing. Colin