Trees Lyrics Novels & Stories

"And we are part of it. That's what family means. That's what legacy means." Lily hugged the trunk, her small arms wrapping around it as best she could. "I love this tree." "It loves you too," Daniel said, his voice thick with emotion. "That's what trees do. They love us without asking for anything in return. They just stand there, growing, blooming, reminding us of what matters."

That’s her tree there. Tessa noses towards a tree we’re passing, a young sapling barely a few feet tall. I don’t know the species, but I could see it growing this big after three, maybe four years. I glance around the orchard and a thought hits me. Tessa, are all these trees for those of you who’ve departed? Yes, Triumvir. I’m struck dumb and just stare. There must be a hundred trees here. How many dogs does she have at a time?

Celina affirmed. Our path led us to a clearing bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. In the center stood a cluster of ancient trees, their trunks scarred by the tendrils of darkness. The forest's magic was slowly healing them, but the corruption's touch still lingered. "These trees are resilient," Alder observed. "They're fighting to reclaim their purity." I approached one of the trees, placing my hand against its bark. I could feel its life force pulsating beneath my touch, a testament to its unwavering spirit.

“Null coordinates?” “No,” Eli says. “Ours. Latitudes of the other Trees.” My blood goes cold. “There are no other Trees.” Eli looks at me. Young face, old eyes. “There were. Before the first root. The Tree cut them down to make itself the only one. It buried their seeds too.” The crown flares. Mine. Not possessive. Protective. Silas whimpers in his sleep. His hand twitches toward the floor, like he’s reaching down.

“All the trees in the forest always look the same.” “Not all of them.” Lucas stopped suddenly. Lilith nearly bumped into him from behind. “What is it, Lucas?” Lucas pointed ahead, straight at a massive tree that was far older than the others. Its trunk was nearly three times as thick. And most importantly, there were carvings on it. Lilith’s heart immediately began to race. The three of them began walking toward the tree. And sure enough, the same symbol was clearly carved into the tree’s bark: a circle with three curved lines, exactly like the one in the photo.

This was the sound of deep, profound misery. "What is that noise?" Elara asked, pulling her cloak tighter. "It sounds like... beehives, but sad." "It's the trees," Lyra whispered, her small face pinched with distress. "They're crying. They've been crying for a long, long time." They pushed deeper into the forest, the weeping hum growing louder, a psychic weight that pressed down on their spirits. Soon, they saw the source of the trees' sorrow.

I ask, even though I already know. Tai shifts, his footprints leaving marks on the ground before us. “Dead matter, leaves and so forth. I could have torn it down, but I like it.” “You like a bunch of dead trees?” I question, watching warily as he drags a finger between the rivets of the trunk of a tree, pulling it back to show me the creamy mix of ash. I’m trusting him, believing that this isn’t going to kill me. For all I know, he could be immune to this, and in five years, I’ll feel the affects of this devastating landscape.

“It’s like a little piece of the nut plantation!” “And those are our trees, yours and mine,” Taylor said, pointing to the trees. “And the others are for Adrianna, Trysta, and Kingston.” “Our trees, Daddy?” Trysta asked. “Yes, and we will take care of them,” Taylor said, winking. “As they grow big and strong, they’ll remind us of all the love we put into helping them grow.” Charlie reached for Taylor’s hand. “I love that. Our trees... It’s like we’re planting a part of ourselves here. Our foundation.”

To my knowledge--as I studied a cross-cultural understanding course at the college--that tree has deep meaning for mainstream religions and culture. When the Buddha got enlightened, he was meditating under this tree. Meanwhile, for Hinduism, the same tree is a symbol of the world tree whose roots are the source of the Sarasvati River. Then for Christians, Adam and Eve pinned the tree leaves and made loincloths to cover their bodies after they knew they were naked.

“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