There was only one tree
Only one was created
In the entire world, only one.
And it had one task –
To hold up the bright blue sky.
When it observed the living beings
It saw that there were always at least two
But it, one.
Now, every once in a while
It would ask –
“Why was I made different?
Why was I not made to be one of the birds in a flock?
Or one of the ants in a colony?
Even the humans have mates
Why am I the only one?
Why am I different?”
And like this, the tree became sad.
The tree became more and more sad each day
Until finally, the tree couldn’t stop crying
And it died.
And when the tree died…
The sky died too.
You see, there was nothing left to hold up the sky
Nothing else could touch it, except the tree
So when the tree fell to the ground
The sky fell with it.
The tree had been created to hold the sky
And the sky to be held by the tree
And before it died
The blue sky tried everything it could
To show the tree that it was there
But it was futile
The sky wasn’t made to speak
And the tree didn’t know it.
The only one that could touch the sky
Couldn’t see it.