Tree Short Story

Here's a short story I wrote as a response to a picture of a tree. I hope you find it interesting!

A tree once sat in a forest, the conglomeration of friends surrounding him.

But one day he began to itch for more. Slightly beyond the boundaries of the forest stood a valley of unbelievable splendor. He would catch himself dreaming of the day he could uproot himself and glide freely across the vast fields of waving grass before him. His only concern was that in these fields, he saw no water.



But one day, we caught a glimpse of two children and a dog galloping across the great expanse. He noticed that they disappeared behind a hill, and a few hours later emerged, all soaking wet. 



"That must be it!" the tree exclaimed to itself.



So one day, after being scolded by his friends and family, a huge storm came rolling across the valley. 

The soil became so moist that the tree found it easy to move its roots.



"My time has come!" exclaimed the tree to itself.



After a little budging, the tree freed itself from the soil and began to stretch its roots across the ground. After some akward hustling about and falling on itself a few times to the roaring taunts and laughter of those around him, the tree finally moved beyond the outer edge of the forest. 



The sunshine ignited the droplets of water across it's foliage as it careened down in to the valley and toward the Hill of Destiny (as he coined it to himself as he glided across the landscape).



He finally came to the top of the hill, and below such a great and mighty river surged through the valley below him. 

He found a good, solid place and dug his roots as deep as he could go. At first it seemed a little lonely, but then others began joining him.



After a time, half of the forest had joined him at the river, spreading their roots deep into the watered soil. 



The forest scoffed from their dry hill, saying "Look at those fools, trying something new. Something that has never been done before."



But suddenly something began to happen to the River-trees. The most beautiful fruit began to emerge from their outstretched limbs. Colors they had never seen began to emerge from their limbs, as they clapped and rustled in delight. 



Soon a new forest was formed, with fruit never before conceived of, as the dry forest continued in monotone cynicism, their leaves beginning to wither because of the lack of rain.


Moral of the story: try something new.