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📖 a story ~ ✨the girl and the oak ~ ✨ CHAPTER 1
There lived a young woman called Rain, eyes bright as emerald and hair like chocolate curly as a river. She longed to belong in the world, wishing on shooting stars for her wish to be granted. She loved rainy days for their refreshing beauty. Rain wasn’t afraid of anything, except the busy people and crying. The busy people would utter and say ‘she doesn’t fit in anywhere’ but I knew that was a lie.
One October morning, she tiptoed downstairs, softly caressing each step as she descended down to the front door, careful not to wake me. She knew that every day was a gift to be unwrapped and lived to the fullest; I had told her that. She blithely wandered down the narrow path towards Main Street. The busy people were hustling and bustling all around, dashing into cars, shopping and chatting, trying not to be late, impatient and anxious, eyes darting, hearts beating faster than police alarms. Chaos consumed these people. Rain paused for a moment and sighed, ‘why can’t anyone see the peace that is already in front of their weary eyes?’.
She glanced at the crowds of brokenness and boundless banquets. ‘Something isn’t right’, she thought as she walked towards to the hidden hill overlooking Main Street. She spotted an unusual oak tree as she passed by. Something was different about this tree, something rare and rather strange. It had lost a few of its branches already and was surrounded by little fireflies. The oak stood mighty and magnificent in its own way, despite the other trees and wildflowers surrounding. It stood out!
Rain would go sit by this oak and write stories, read books, sing songs, laugh and dance from that day on. Other townsfolk simply couldn’t understand her. They would mutter insults and shout out their opinions ‘she’s so odd, no wonder she doesn’t fit in anywhere, what a joke’. Sometimes these harsh words would pierce Rain’s radiant heart so she would avoid the busy people and stay at home. But when she was feeling brave enough, she would sit for hours upon hours with the oak. Here, she felt peace. They became the best of friends, I could tell.
A few years later, Rain would still sit with the tree whenever she could, talking and asking questions. She didn’t know why, but she just knew that the tree could hear her little voice speak. One bleak November night, she was talking to the tree like she normally did when she was swiftly interrupted by some of the busy people with words which jabbed at her soul ‘what a loser, no one cares about her, she’s worthless, no one will ever love her’. Rain saw these men, they wore aggression like a suit, with eyes raging and smirks painting their frozen faces. She meekly put her hands in front of her sweet eyes, so that no one could see the pain which she has always hidden, afraid to cry.
Rain suddenly cried and cried buckets of tears. She’d had enough! ‘Why can’t they just accept me and let me be? She cried for the very first time to the oak tree. Sadness overcame her heart, crying and crying until she had cried a river. She was releasing all the hurt from past years, little did she know, a blessing beyond her wildest dreams was on its way…
© MegM🌻
One October morning, she tiptoed downstairs, softly caressing each step as she descended down to the front door, careful not to wake me. She knew that every day was a gift to be unwrapped and lived to the fullest; I had told her that. She blithely wandered down the narrow path towards Main Street. The busy people were hustling and bustling all around, dashing into cars, shopping and chatting, trying not to be late, impatient and anxious, eyes darting, hearts beating faster than police alarms. Chaos consumed these people. Rain paused for a moment and sighed, ‘why can’t anyone see the peace that is already in front of their weary eyes?’.
She glanced at the crowds of brokenness and boundless banquets. ‘Something isn’t right’, she thought as she walked towards to the hidden hill overlooking Main Street. She spotted an unusual oak tree as she passed by. Something was different about this tree, something rare and rather strange. It had lost a few of its branches already and was surrounded by little fireflies. The oak stood mighty and magnificent in its own way, despite the other trees and wildflowers surrounding. It stood out!
Rain would go sit by this oak and write stories, read books, sing songs, laugh and dance from that day on. Other townsfolk simply couldn’t understand her. They would mutter insults and shout out their opinions ‘she’s so odd, no wonder she doesn’t fit in anywhere, what a joke’. Sometimes these harsh words would pierce Rain’s radiant heart so she would avoid the busy people and stay at home. But when she was feeling brave enough, she would sit for hours upon hours with the oak. Here, she felt peace. They became the best of friends, I could tell.
A few years later, Rain would still sit with the tree whenever she could, talking and asking questions. She didn’t know why, but she just knew that the tree could hear her little voice speak. One bleak November night, she was talking to the tree like she normally did when she was swiftly interrupted by some of the busy people with words which jabbed at her soul ‘what a loser, no one cares about her, she’s worthless, no one will ever love her’. Rain saw these men, they wore aggression like a suit, with eyes raging and smirks painting their frozen faces. She meekly put her hands in front of her sweet eyes, so that no one could see the pain which she has always hidden, afraid to cry.
Rain suddenly cried and cried buckets of tears. She’d had enough! ‘Why can’t they just accept me and let me be? She cried for the very first time to the oak tree. Sadness overcame her heart, crying and crying until she had cried a river. She was releasing all the hurt from past years, little did she know, a blessing beyond her wildest dreams was on its way…
© MegM🌻
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