An aimless wanderer who knows not her destination. The trees sense her pain, bowing their heads in unison. They offer the young woman shelter; protect and guide her. They show her that she may find light in the darkness. When she is ready, they lift their branches skyward and point to the stars. They rustle with joy as she makes her way into the light, then grieve the loss of her. Their heads hang low. 

Many years later, a strong, but familiar presence is felt beneath the trees. A woman stands, chin held high, warning of tree cutting machines nearby. She announces, “You drew stars around my scars. I have ensured that you are protected for all of your days. I have bought the land on which you stand. A preserve for wildlife and a place for lost souls to find the light.”

dVerse Prosery hosted by Björn

Sadje’s What do you see # 265