The lost tree…

There was this tree which bloomed outside his house. It spreads shades of green on his murky windows. The days when it gave deep green are the days when he liked it so much. He simply admired everything that is dark and gloomy.

There came a night when earth showed its shoddy rawness. The rain poured down heavily, thunder roared, splitting the sky with the brightest lightning streaks. He could not accept the sudden incense of the earth. He decided to stay inside, no matter how loudest the earth cried. The heavy day took him to deep sleep. Nothing troubled him, even the shriek voice of the open windows.

The morning was peaceful. The sun loomed out the cloudy sky. There was light spread everywhere. Everything was pleasant till he witnessed an unusual brightness falling into the house. The tree has gone, broken, with leaves burnt to dust. The green leaves no more existed to provide the shades to his windows.

He felt lonely. He felt something terribly amiss from his life. He couldn’t remember the day he planted it, nor about the occasion that made him plant it. The tree was there as far as he can remember. It was a part of his life, no matter whether he was aware of its presence or not. Every time he passed through the sides, the reminiscence about the tree troubled him.

One day he decided, ‘let me plant another one’. He did. He planted a tree, which did not take years to grow. Almost a year and the plant looked like a tree. He was happy. The shades of green will now continue to decorate his windows.

He consciously checked to enjoy the greenery of its leaves every morning. Most of the time, it made him happy. Sometimes, the small tree swayed directionless. It hits the windows and created broken creaks on the glass. The leaves sometimes turned yellow and created dirty shades. It sometimes shed its leaves, leaving the tree bald and bare.

He soon realized, this could never replace the tree which existed before. He missed his favorite tree. He decided that the new one doesn’t deserve his space. An axe neatly did the job. And, he continued to live in his memories.