#317 It Starts With You!
I want to thank for getting this story started for me.
The rain tore through fresh blossoms on the ancient tree. As if commanded, it started and washed away all the evidence of anything having happened. A life ended. Blossoms falling with the wind till they landed on the cold, wet ground.
Footprints in the soft earth now turned to mud and puddles pooling around the base of the ancient tree. Planted centuries ago it was time to feed again. Its roots pushed up to the surface and wrapped around the once vibrant soul that now lay lifeless.
Slowly they pulled the body down, beneath the surface, to feed the tree.
