Neglect~

I know that I've been denying you people with my tales of adventure, but I've been somewhat busy and just had to deal with a bunch of stuff; so for all of you, I have a surprise. I am going to tell you a somewhat long, metaphoric/interpretive story. I hope you like it!

Once upon a time, there was a small tree growing in a small clearing. Surrounded by trees, just meters away, the small tree never felt alone. However every other tree had opinions on how the small tree should grow. If it should become an oak, a maple, redwood, or even pine tree, but the tree just wished it could become something all on it's own. But the lack of free thought, the lack of the acceptance of his own ideas and goals made him shun the idea. But just like a miracle, there was always one tree, the oldest of the bunch, who would move its branches to let the glorious sun shine down on small tree. This tree knew how important it was to be different; to want to be your own and have other trees love you just for that; but shortly after wonderful lessons from the eldest tree, it did die. Leaving the small tree all on its own, it did continue to grow but it still had no colour to it's leaves like the others. The lavish shades of greens had all faded to grays and whites, and although the tree wanted to be something unique, it just grew into a bigger tree, as the others wanted it to; still having no definite type.

It was after all this time that the, now grown, tree noticed all the small flowers and different grasses that grew around it. All of these things praised and adored the tree in all of its times of need. They would tell the tree how important he was, how his ideas were fantastic and that nothing should get in the way of what he wished for. Its leaves began to have a blue tint; much to the other trees displeasure. The blue tree decided that this world was made for it, and all the other trees drove it from its goal. But it was on the celebration of the grand trees that the blue tree saw a most wonderful rose growing at its roots. The rose was shy, smaller than normal roses, but miraculously captivated the blue tree that day.

Months past, and the roots of the blue tree and the rose became entangled. The blue tree rubbed off on the small rose and the rose had impacted the blue tree as well. The rose was gorgeous shades of pink and blue, and the tree was the same. The blue-pink tree would protect the rose from all sorts of dangerous weather; too much sunlight so it wouldn't get too hot, and the cold snow, so it didn't freeze. The rose, in turn, seemed to take all the life and nutrients from all the other flowers that grew around the blue tree. It was terribly cute, but all the other flowers said it was selfish and greedy, and there was one particular flower, a monkey flower that grew close to the tree, but the rose practically obliterated it, but left it to life because the rose decided that living without the blue tree was much more punishment than death.

More months past and it was when the blue tree decided that it was time for it to finally decide what kind of tree it would be, that it discovered that the other trees were against the blue tree and the rose being so close. The blue tree believed that the rose was perfect just where it was and would destroy anything that stood against them. The rose, though tiny, was tremendously powerful, it could take down some of the trees, but had no chance against the blue tree. All the blue tree had to do was use its roots to tickle the rose and it would give up. Alas, their battle was about to begin, because the blue tree was about to deal with all of the other trees, and their dislike in its color, the tree it wants to become, and the fact that it loved this rose.

END

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