The Tree

The tree given to me by an old bird crashed to the floor as the gray chameleon who had fixed the wounds of home watched in transfixion. The corner hit the clock and stopped the past and I watched the old birds past crumble. The technicolor turned tree lay on the earth broken into pieces that radiated family and loss. The old bird had given me mother earths kin the tree as her mother went to into the netherworld. The little caterpillar took the tree and made it its own. The soul of followed her throughout the vibrant christmas lights. The time in his life in which life served as a wishing well that never served his purpose. The lose of a piece of someone, the essence of somethings inner being and soul who no longer walks the purgatory we call earth. The child trusted to hold the years of yesterday allows yesterday to become today. The tree represented the chocolate poinsettia, and white. The rainbow lights that illuminated the contours of the caterpillars room which was the path to the childs dreams of success and happiness. Those were crushed just as the life of the women was crushed as that tree broke into a million little pieces. The caterpillar was sad for the lost of the tree, but he mostly felt sorry for the old bird who had given him her mother. Though the sadness didnt last long, as the caterpillar was a child and a child has to learn to move on.