"All have their worth," said Yavanna, "and each contributes to the worth of the others. But the kelvar can flee or defend themselves, whereas the olvar that grow cannot. And among these I hold trees dear. Long in the growing, swift shall they be in the felling, and unless they pay toll with fruit upon bough little mourned in their passing. So I see in my thought. Would that the trees might speak on behalf of all things that have roots, and punish those that wrong them!" ~ The Silmarillion|
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Tale of a treeDark.
The world is dark.
And... wet. Water like the smoothest caress.
But it is not enough.
And... it's strangely warm. Like... like in a warm embrace of a living being. Covering you whole.
Thirsty and suffocating.
Drink water, but not enough.
Air not enough.
Warmth not enough.
Need to stretch.
Stretch towards the weight. Weight is calling. Weight promises more water.
Stretch away from the weight. Away from the weight, away from the warm embrace. Break free.
Following the weight, going deep. Cooler here. Dark, in here. But there is water. Deep is a refuge. Deep is safe. Deep is water.
Deep is life.
Going away from the weight. Escaping the weight. Break free. It's hard to break free.
But then -
Air, and the world is suddenly open, awaiting you.
Away from the weight, there is air. It shakes you. It caresses you. It embraces you. Dancing around you, kissing you. Sweet, beautiful air.
Take more breaths. Fill yourself with