Day 45: A tree from the point of view of one of its leaves #100daychallenge

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My tree is the only home I've ever known.

I first emerged on her branches in the springtime, when the buzz of the bees played soundtrack through the warmer months. I was just a little bud back then, fluttering about in the soft breeze.

The other buds in my neck of the branches were always ahead of the game when it came to sugar-making. But my tree never seemed to be upset with me. She was just so patient.

I remember one night, a storm nearly tore me apart by the veins. I was holding on for dear life when she swept me under a larger leaf for shelter. I was the only little bud on my branch to survive. Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve another season with her.

I've been feeling a little weak lately. We're running into a short supply of food, which my tree says is only natural as the air cools. My color's turning a little more yellowish brown than green now. It's different. Not bad different, just different.

This morning, I watched as my branch mate waved goodbye and gracefully fell to the earth. It's only natural, my tree says again. I can sense she's preparing me for my own farewell.

But I'm not ready. I don't think I am. I beg my tree to give me one more season with her. I still have so many questions left to ask. I told her I wish I could live nearly forever like her.

She said if it was up to her, she'd never have to say goodbye again.

That's when I realized how lonely it must be, to have to watch your leaves slowly fall each year and then face the wrath of winter alone.

It's storming again tonight. A droplet hits my epidermis as my veins begin to slowly tear. It's time. I wish something would just rip me off like a Band-Aid. This is all far too painful to endure.

Hearing my cry, my tree forcefully shakes me off and sends me off the deep end. One last parting gift from the best home I'll ever know.

The #100daychallenge writing series is my way of holding my right brain accountable for all the brain fog in hopes that I'll learn to creatively organize my thoughts and learn something(s) new about myself in the process. The challenge includes prompts from the San Francisco Writers' Grotto's642 Things to Write About. You can also follow my #100daychallenge here.

Unapologetically yours,
Fiza