Under the Sacred Tree by raindancer13

Under The Sacred Tree

Under the Sacred Tree

When they were kids, they played under the Sacred Tree. Tag, hide and seek, all the games that kids played. They'd meet there after school, and picnic there on the weekends. It was their place. It was there time.

As time went on, and they grew older, the Sacred Tree remained their sanctuary. Soon, a heart was carved in the tree, with their initials in it. One of many for they were not the first to take refuge under it's branches. Even as seniors in school, they still met after school, always the responsible ones, they did their homework, and then, sat and stared at the clouds. Stared at each other. Stared into the eyes of their future.

As adults now, they spent much time working. But they always found a way to meet each other under the Sacred Tree. He knelt and presented his heart, his loyalty, in form of a diamon ring. Her tears fed the Sacred Tree that day. Their happiness fed their love. Many anniversaries were spent under the the Sacred Tree's branches. So many dances, and even more kisses.

After so many years together, the Sacred Tree was still their place. Leaning on each other rather than their canes, they stared out into the sunset. Their eyes and hearts filled with love and adoration for each other. Even as her hair grayed throughout the years, and wrinkles replaced her once smooth skin she never looked more beautiful to him that she did just then. And he never more handsome. Love made them eternally youthful.

Only a few short years pass, and he climbs the well beaten path alone. She waits for him at the crest of the hill just under their tree. He watches the sunset next to the stone that marks the being he held so dear to him. The Sacred Tree, now his only company. A sigh escapes his lips. It pains him to go. To leave her here by herself, but he must return. Until the next time.

Months later another stone is erected beneath the now dead tree's branches. The Sacred Tree no longer blooms for it has no Love to feed off of. No tears of happiness to water it's roots. The two stones face the direction of the setting sun, to stand until the forces of nature force them to crumble. Though the stones crumble under the weight of the wind, and the beating of the rain, the two souls they represent, will live on forever in happiness for they had once again been reunited in death.

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A/N: I saw a picture on facebook that inspired this. The message it sent was beautiful, but very sad. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. Please review and let me know. Thanks!!

~raindancer13