Looking For a Friend

Alone, is stands insignificant to those who do not know. Moss covered trunks lead up to silvery green leaves above. Yellow flowers strung on a vine are draped over the branches. Shafts of yellow sunlight shine down though the leaves and hit the bush-covered ground below. Dirt paths twist and wind around the trees and cut through the bushes. All these paths lead to the bottomless pool in the middle of the forest. It's black, only reflecting the ever-shining silver stars. Death awaits all who touch it, except for one. Cloaked and hooded all in black he weaves through the trees, silently. He disappears every now and then, returning to rest at the bottom of the pool. A great silver door is the entrance to the room. Scrolls and books clutter the table revealing a flowing script of black ink. A golden lamp glitters above sending splashes of light flickering across the room. This man controls the forest and all who inhabit it. He watches the hawks soaring though the sky and the morning glories open up to the first rays of sun. He walks alone and the winding paths looking for a friend though he is never lonely. He sits on a rock looking out over the great river that cuts through the forest. The water laughs and splashes over the cold rocks. The sun dances across the waves of the waterfall. A sturdy stone bridge crosses the mighty river that he had never traveled over. No one knows who or what lies across the bridge. The man had viewed this land across the river many times for afar, his dark eyes searching though the trees. His eyes finally land on a lone white tree. It has no leaves, just a bare white skeleton. The sun seems to shine brighter on this particular spot. One day the man decides to venture across the bridge to the unknown land to the lone white tree, looking for a friend.