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 The Best Friend

By: Raera

My best friend is that old, old tree with blackened and shrivelled limbs, the tree that everyone seems to fear. My best friend has a lonely, lonely soul, he is known as the lone tree still standing in the back corner of that abandoned warehouse. My best friend’s limbs were burnt from the fire that blistered the west side of this town, since then, no more apples dropped from his countless braches. It’s been a long time since he replied to my rants, but I still talk to my tree whenever I can…

He once stood beautifully and tall, but with the fast forwarded life span since the fire, his back became bent and now he can only bow his head low. The majestic waves of his luxuriously branches used to be his pride, but now, that lovely green coat never covered his bare shoulders again.

I never should have left him behind; the desire I had to follow my family to the south robbed the chance I had to be with him for the last moments he lived. Six months later when I returned, I found him blacked and destruction ruined. I mourned then, and I still mourn, but I will never have my best friend back again. The day I came back to find my best friend, I understood that I preferred being with him than I did being in the south. Since I first witnessed this sorry sight, I never left. I will always be here to stand on the strongest of the flame weakened limbs, and sing the most beautiful song to honour my tree’s passing. I will make up for the lost time by remaining here with my tree for forever and more. My love for my tree will survive through each barrier of time, and each generation of life. So next time when you walk by the standing reminisce of a raging fire, that little grey bird standing on his shoulder will be me, his best friend.