| Hello Avocado.
Long ago in a forest unlike where you are now, unlike anything the world had seen before, the trees were more alive than the trees you and I know. These trees had thoughts, passions, and dreams. The forest was filled with large oak trees and graceful maples. Sometimes you could hear other trees rustling in the wind.There was even a rumour that there had once been an Avocado tree. As the trees grew each tree slowly found a partner and bound their roots together, growing hand in hand. The oaks and maples would talk excitedly about finding each other. Their words carried along in the rustling of their leaves while their dreams spread through the slow growth of their roots.
One of these Oaks was Canopy, but they felt different from the rest of the Oaks. As their roots moved through the forest they brushed against a maple or two searching for one to grow with. Canopy would listen to the other trees, each sharing dreams and futures, but always felt a deep sadness in these conversations. Canopy could feel that something was wrong; There was no desire to grow together. As the seasons passed and other Oaks grew tall and strong, Canopy felt a mounting sense of desolation. As this feeling grew, they grew dispirited, their roots stopped spreading, and their branches bowed low giving shade to new oaks and plants around them.
As these thoughts grew overwhelming they withdrew from the forest, their roots slowly bringing them to a place without trees. A willow looked on gingerly as Canopy passed, aware that something was happening. Canopy’s leaves were now disappearing. Not slowly, or cautiously as happens during the Great fall, but rather in great chunks, ripped from their branches by some unseen force. Canopy reached a cliff at the edge of the forest overlooking a beautiful ocean that crashed and withdrew with a gentle ferocity. At this end Canopy looked over the cliff into the swirling depths in search of a bed below. The sunsets sent dazzling colours across the sky, painted by a giant hand that did not enter the forest.
Some time later, a root reached out for Canopy. It felt like the other Oaks but something about this one was different. There was a tenderness and a comfort that Canopy had never felt before. As more roots reached out, Canopy recognized an Oak like themselves. Roots became entangled and branches brushed against each other. Canopy bowed their treetop once more, this time into a gentle embrace. Happiness, a long forgotten feeling slowly returned. Over time the two trees grew entwined and grew to tremendous heights. Outliving the trees that grew around them, they saw the rise of a new forest. It is rumored that they are still there, looking out over the ocean they are resting together. A new pairing.
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Hola Aguacate.
Long ago in a forest unlike where you are now, unlike anything the world had seen before, the trees were more alive than the trees you and I know. These trees had thoughts, passions, and dreams. The forest was filled with large oak trees and graceful maples. Sometimes you could hear other trees rustling in the wind.There was even a rumour that there had once been an Avocado tree. As the trees grew each tree slowly found a partner and bound their roots together, growing hand in hand. The oaks and maples would talk excitedly about finding each other. Their words carried along in the rustling of their leaves while their dreams spread through the slow growth of their roots.
One of these Oaks was Canopy, but they felt different from the rest of the Oaks. As their roots moved through the forest they brushed against a maple or two searching for one to grow with. Canopy would listen to the other trees, each sharing dreams and futures, but always felt a deep sadness in these conversations. Canopy could feel that something was wrong; There was no desire to grow together. As the seasons passed and other Oaks grew tall and strong, Canopy felt a mounting sense of desolation. As this feeling grew, they grew dispirited, their roots stopped spreading, and their branches bowed low giving shade to new oaks and plants around them.
As these thoughts grew overwhelming they withdrew from the forest, their roots slowly bringing them to a place without trees. A willow looked on gingerly as Canopy passed, aware that something was happening. Canopy’s leaves were now disappearing. Not slowly, or cautiously as happens during the Great fall, but rather in great chunks, ripped from their branches by some unseen force. Canopy reached a cliff at the edge of the forest overlooking a beautiful ocean that crashed and withdrew with a gentle ferocity. At this end Canopy looked over the cliff into the swirling depths in search of a bed below. The sunsets sent dazzling colours across the sky, painted by a giant hand that did not enter the forest.
Some time later, a root reached out for Canopy. It felt like the other Oaks but something about this one was different. There was a tenderness and a comfort that Canopy had never felt before. As more roots reached out, Canopy recognized an Oak like themselves. Roots became entangled and branches brushed against each other. Canopy bowed their treetop once more, this time into a gentle embrace. Happiness, a long forgotten feeling slowly returned. Over time the two trees grew entwined and grew to tremendous heights. Outliving the trees that grew around them, they saw the rise of a new forest. It is rumored that they are still there, looking out over the ocean they are resting together. A new pairing.
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