The Tree

A response to a writing prompt on Trisha's blog.

The Tree was the last in the forest. Standing solitary and proud, it spread its branches as far as they could reach, striving to capture all of the Sun's warmth. They spread wider and wider, the leaves casting a great mottled shadow on ground below. Time passed, and the Rain and Sun only spurred more growth. The Tree's great canopy was never out of Sunlight, and on its branches it tasted the salt sea Air, the Wind through vast plains, the cool chilled Air flowing from the Mountains- all at once. In its solitude the Tree had encompassed all of the Earth. It knew intuitively all of Nature, and it used that knowledge to accomplish the miraculous: one day, after much more time had passed, a single Acorn grew on one of its branches. The Acorn soon grew heavy and fell to the Earth. The Tree retracted its canopy, and gave Light to the seed.