It was the Wind that did That

The trees were crying through the whole night yesterday. They were trying to gather all the winds with all might they could. Who knows? Maybe the trees were trying to save those budding leaves, the blooming flowers, the dancing spring. Maybe it thought those frail petals would flail in the wind. Maybe it thought the delicate spring that it had hidden so carefully in its harsh coats during the winter might fail. And they were right.

The wind that the trees had managed to capture within their bodies howled all night. They lashed and thrashed, violently hitting the bodice and kicking at the trunk like a four year old in the middle of a tantrum. But the trees did not let go, for they did not want their offspring to be drifted away in a gush of wind. And so they cried all night- the weeping of the trees and the howling of the winds, mixed together, both in agony, both with infatuating wills.

They were so young and fragile, those blooming flowers. They didn’t have a chance against the rampaging storms. They needed protection, but the trees could not be a hull for them. So the trees had to swallow the wind, and push them down into their bodies as much as they could.

The winds were constant things, eternally connected and never dissipated. It was of their nature to be infinite, and to discontinue was to deform them. To live as the wind, to be able to run through the air and swim between the clouds, dodging mountains now and then would be impossible. They had to be a whole to live. They had to connect to run. They had to be eternal to be free. And so, they howled in agony when the trees discontinued them. They could no longer be themselves, no longer eternal. And so, they flailed in the trees, trapped, incarcerated.

Last night, flowers fell and winds disappeared. The trees cried everyday afterwards.

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