i am a tree

Just after the severe winter, the earth returned to spring, the breeze blew through everything, and little green stubble appeared on the mud.

The originally dead woods began to slowly regain vitality and vitality, and I also had to face a problem.

At a certain time, when everything is ripe, the mother tree will sprinkle countless seeds on the ground, blown away by the wind, washed away by the water, swept away by insects, and carried away by animals, and then each has its own destination.

And I, among the thousands of seeds, may not be so ordinary, because I have been conscious since the moment I left the mother's body.

There are even some vague, perhaps past life memories.

At that time, I was a human being, an ordinary office worker running around in the city, busy every day, always having various worries and desires, and my life was trivial but fulfilling.

As the spirit of all things, I certainly have all kinds of knowledge.

However, this did not make my situation any better. I still have to go through this thrilling journey of survival.

I was first blown up by the wind, and after a long time in the air, I finally landed on a small clearing. There was a rock with a little dirt on it, which was a good start for a seed.

My luck was not good. There was a heavy rainstorm that day, and the water washed me mercilessly into the small river.

The once clear river water has now become muddy.

I thought that maybe I would be like thousands of unlucky seeds, soaked in water and spoiled, and finally couldn't germinate.

But, soon, I was washed by the rapids on a wild wolf crossing the river. It struggled desperately, and finally got ashore exhausted. Turn on the water on the body, and clean up the sundries attached to it by the way, including me in the middle.

Even here, it is not the end.

I was spotted by a squirrel. It hugged me with its two front paws, climbed up a big tree, and put me in its nest as winter food.

Just when I was about to despair, a turning point appeared.

A mink appeared not far away, and the frightened squirrel let go of its paws, and I fell, but I didn't land on the ground, but happened to land in a groove in a tree trunk.

This is my final destination.

In fact, this is a good place that is warm in winter and cool in summer, sheltered from wind and rain, and you don’t have to worry about being taken away by birds.

However, for a seed that just wants to find a place to take root, this place is really hopeless.

The mother tree is very tall and definitely not a climbing plant.

It also means that if I want to germinate and grow, then I'm in constant competition with everything around me.

Compared with animals that can change places at will, we need a roughly fixed space to ensure everything we need, such as sunlight, air, water, minerals, and so on.

This means we need a site, and an unobstructed sky.

This is a swamp. At first glance, there are no particularly tall trees, and they all look a little malnourished, including the tree I landed on.

However, this tree was already the largest tree in the nearby woods, which is why its thick trunk formed a hole for me to stay in.

There are tens of thousands of plant species, and with my limited knowledge and memory, I can only recognize a very small part of them, so I don't know what this tree is called.

The leaves rustled like whispers.

Of course, I don't think trees can talk, but I do believe in animism and aging.

At night I fell asleep to the noise of frogs, toads, tree frogs, crickets, and weavers, waiting for the next spring.

The temperature is dropping, the frost is coming, the wind is blowing, and none of this has anything to do with me.

I hide in this dark safe haven, and only occasionally sense everything in the outside world when I am awake.

This situation continued until I was awakened by the sprouting life in the air.

Spring is coming.

When all things recover, I will also embark on a new journey, perhaps a very short one.

However, my nature has not retreated because of this, just like a flower that can only bloom for one night, so it becomes more and more brilliant.

The spring drizzle fell in the pothole, I absorbed the rainwater, and slowly grew a green shoot by relying on a thin layer of silt formed in the pothole over time .

All this makes me very happy.

Once again experience the vitality of life flowing up and down the body.

Even if it's only for a moment, I'm still grateful.

At the beginning, although the fragile shoots grew crookedly, looked malnourished, and the leaves were a little yellow, but the tenacious vitality made me finally grow that small pothole, and I felt it for the first time. The crisp air outside.

The changes in the plants are difficult to detect with the naked eye. When you realize it, the garden is already full of colors.

Not to mention trees.

The time ratio between humans and trees is too different. Many trees are often hundreds or even thousands of years old, so I can still live for a while.

I can feel everything around me, it's amazing.

This feeling of being at one with the surroundings and being a part of it is good.

At this time, I noticed that the trunk I took root was not far from the ground, only one meter away, but it was a bit out of reach. I could feel the breath from the soil below.

The place is full of weeds. They are crowded together. Not only are the stems and leaves colliding with each other, but even the roots are intertwined. It seems that they are indistinguishable from each other, but in fact, they still have their own territories.

I saw a little squirrel running past me quickly. I wonder if it was the little squirrel that planned to use me as winter food last year.

A spider was weaving a web on the leaves next to me. It was crawling around, spitting out the slender silk, and soon, a beautiful spider web was completed.

My roots have already filled up that poor silt, and the minerals in it have already been absorbed by me and turned into my food.

The instinct to survive made me desperately drill my roots into those crevices.

The big tree that has been silent for a long time tolerated my bad behavior, and it even provided convenience.

Under my roots, the trunk opened a crack, and I stuck the roots in, connected to the stem of the big tree, and sucked the water that kept me alive.

The leaves of this tree did not fall even in winter, and they were still full of green, with many new leaves growing in it.

The trunk is smooth and straight, compared with the surrounding trees that have too many branches and are short, they have a special character.

I saw lush leaves growing on the trunk next to me, with a few palm-sized leaves very close to me.

The breeze blew, the leaves swayed, brushed my young trunk, and the two tiny leaves at the top, as if they were caressing me.

Of course, all this may just be my illusion.

The sun is mild, the leaves are swaying, and the light and shadow are constantly flickering. Everything is so quiet and serene.