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Monday, May 24, 2004
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 Heart of Crystal
What is Your Heart REALLY Made of? brought to you by Quizilla
I am a tree, a young mango tree. A tree that sways and shades anyone who comes close. fruits i have aplenty all year round, some like it half-riped and some like it fully-riped. however they like it, they just pluck it, nothing i can do. being the little tree i am, i feel like i need the support of a tall, strong, firm tree. a big tree i wish could be near me all that time, shading me from the scorching sun and help me shade those under me as well. the fruits i thot would rot under that burning sun and so i wanted them protected too.
a tree i saw, looked just as tall as me in the distance but that distance grew nearer and a tall tree emerged. i thot it would shade me but it didn't and he explained that he couldn't come too near. as much as he would love to, i needed that sunlight to grow. he would not only be taking away my sunlight but also the water at our roots, had he come too close. i was told that i was too young and i needed to grow. someday, i'd grow to be as tall as this fellow tree, our branches would meet, and we would be soaking that sunlight together with our roots still far enough for sufficient water.
thinking back... yes... coming too close would only hurt me. maybe that big tree is right. but growing up is an awfully long time but of course it's not as long as never. i can wait. i hope so. he said he would wait. i hope that's true too.
__________~*~SpRiNg * tAmZ~*~__________
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