Inder The Oak Tree Novels & Stories

In the center stood a giant, ancient oak tree, its branches spreading out like protective arms. "It has a high-tech security system, a gated community, and a twenty-four-hour patrol," Cole listed off the specs, his businessman persona momentarily shielding his vulnerability. "But look at the backyard, Sabrina. Really look at it." "The tree," I whispered, tracing the lines of the oak with my thumb.

Maya’s POV: I look at the huge oak tree in front of us and forget how to breathe for a moment. It is taller than the rest. Its trunk is wide and old, with deep lines running along the bark. The branches stretch high, almost touching the moon. Lyra walks closer and places her palm on the tree like she knows it. “This is the oldest tree in this part of the forest,” she says softly. I step beside her. “How do you know?”

I stood up and went to the sink to rinse my cup before putting it away. I went out through the back door that led to my back yard.The view was spectacular. My cottage was perched at the top of a very high hill, and my back yard gave me a breathtaking view of the whole vast forest filled land. Rooted deeply on the edge of the cliff was an ancient oak tree that towered high, over thirty feet and leaning over like it was going to topple but it stood strong. A naturally made hole was embedded into the tree where I could reach it easily.

I will never imagine such trash. But now, it Is playing right before my face. This is my reality. “ Tiara” Nicholas called as we stopped before a tall Moonbark oak tree. Wasn't paying attention and rarely knew when we stopped walking. In my mind, Nicholas and I were still holding hands and walking around. The sharpness in Nicholas' voice brought me back to life. Then I saw that we were standing before a Moonbark oak tree. It was the only tree of that specie In the woods. I have heard about the tree but never seen it.

--- I told Damon about the tree. He was in the study. Reading something on his computer. He looked up when I walked in. "A tree?" "A tree. For Sam. In the garden." "What kind." "I do not know. Something that will last. Something that will not die." He thought about it. "Oak." "Oak?" "Oaks live for hundreds of years. They grow slow. They get big. They do not die easily." "That sounds like Sam." "How." "He was stubborn. He was loud. He took up space. He did not die easily. He was not supposed to die at all."

I said, staring up at the old oak on the hill above my family’s ruins, my heart hammering so loudly I was certain the whole silent forest could hear it beating. Nine years had passed since I had last stood on this exact hillside, a child hiding in a well house while everything I loved in the world burned below me. The tree had grown wilder in that time, its branches heavier and its bark deeper scarred, but I would have known it anywhere on earth. My father used to lift me onto its lowest limb and tell me the oak kept secrets the way a truly good friend does, quietly, patiently, and only for those who genuinely deserved to know them.

But none of them felt composed and willing to take up the challenge of starting the task. Okayo stood still, feeling a cruel and urging incitement towards accepting the challenge. He remembered the words of his grandmother long ago: "One day, you will be a great leader, my grandson. When that time comes, remember this, a true leader is him who saves his people." Then he also remembered how courage had pushed him into doing impossible things in the past. He did not hesitate; he lunged forward and stood very close to the tree. His mother stared at him with a hand on her chest. Watching him stand over there gave her the creeps. "Oh my son!" she let it go with her breath. Okayo remained focused

I lived just across the creek. Then, I saw the children playing. Near them, there was a puddle that starts to recede at the edge of the river. With their snot dangling, they cheerfully played partially naked under the umbrella of the cherry tree. Indeed, the night before, the rain fell heavily. But then, it was the sun that does not want to lose to show off its power.

“The tree stands as a human being, in other words, it explains the inner self of a person, the part which wants to remain hidden. You must have noticed the strong branches and the frail barks in the body. It means the strong branches are our outer self, that we use in our every day to day lives, to show others. But the barks, they are frail and rotting away, because of all the effort it goes through to hold the branches ahead. We never know, but the fake self that we display to the outside world, often ruins who we are in the inside, so that’s what this means. And the leaves? They just play the part to make it look more triggering.” I nod and turn pages after page. Half the book is taken ov

Wearing a white dress, ending just above my knees, I went out of the house and locked it, so that I can peacefully enjoy my book under the oak tree. That oak tree has always been a special place of mine. It gives me a sense of tranquility whenever I lay my back on its trunk while words flowed from my book towards my brain. I've read that an oak tree is one of the most loved trees in the world. It represents strength, morale, resistance and knowledge. It is also a symbol of honor, nobility and wisdom due to its size and longevity. The sky was bright, but the rays of the sun weren't that harmful even though it's summer already. There were a few clouds up in the never-ending sea of blue. In fro