I sat beneath the Storytelling Tree and told it my hopes and dreams. The tree told me of the good, the bad and the inbetween.
The tree told me of the wars it has won. The bark was its armor that held its heart from the harsh winters. It had been chopped down by society billions of times but it always regrew. It told me its favorite color was red. Red symbolizes love. The tree only wanted to be loved.
No one understood why the tree kept trying to be who it was but I did. The tree told me it had messed up and hurt others but I understood why.
The tree told me it grows every year and so should I. The tree told me to always be who I am even if I grow my own way. Then suddenly the branches fell, the leaves disappeared and the tree was gone. A note fell to the ground though and it said I will always regrow and so should you.