(So, I’ve been participating in a “writers’ flash mob” of sorts called Five Minute Friday. In response to a one-word prompt, hundreds of writers sit down and write for five minutes flat. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation; unscripted and unedited. Here’s today’s edition…setting the timer….)
Five Minute Friday: First
The tree grew straight and strong, stretching its branches to the sun, moon and stars; sinking its roots into the soil and rock.
Season after season it grew, soaking up the water and soaking in the light.
Animals and birds found shelter in its branches; moss and lichen attached to its bark.
Wind screamed against it and a stream whispered nearby.
Now fallen, a log reveals its story.
The first circle marks the beginning…the early days.
Its stationary journey now nearly complete, the tree returns to the earth to begin again.