One day, in a forest far away

There was a red tree lost in the grey.

It grew up fine to make the woods

The oddest place

To be

To live

To breathe

To hate. 

 

Solitude.

 

But there it stood

Tall and red

In colour, heart and shape

Completely different from all the rest. 

 

The other trees caressed the skies

With greyish leaves

Blaspheming lies

About that

One

Lonely

Silent

Red

Tree. 

 

Time went by,

An eternity.

Until the tree got up on his feet and finally walked away. 

Lost in the grey as it should

Like any other red tree would do

In that wood

Feeling completely misunderstood

In this world 

Where difference is somehow wrong. 

 

The tree walked for many miles

Facing the harshest of the skies

Falling rain, thunderstorms and tears

flooding his big wide eyes. 

 

No one to understand.

No hands to come and make amend.

No place to call home.

A red tree would never bend.

The longing of belonging. 

 

In all this madness

The tree sat down

Sinking down in sadness

Let his branches fall.

A curtain of the deepest of the reds.

A waterfall of the heaviest of the tears. 

And in those woods

Of lonesome misery

While the tree still weeps

Sobbing

Shaking

Singing. 

The only red tree in the woods. 

 

Logan Jay Parker Dec, 20 2018