|Project by trifern||posted 1962 days ago||1884 views||3 times favorited||37 comments|
It all started one blustery day. I was released from my mothers arm and I twirled through the sky. The man called me junk, the little girl called me a helicopter. She twirled me over and over again. That night she tucked me into some warm soil.
I quickly grew legs and shot up towards the sun. The little girl nourished me and talked to me regularly. One day I caught the man’s eye. He reached down to puck my feet from the soil as he mumbled ” damn weed.” The little girl came running over, pleading my case with tears in her eyes.
Over the years we grew together. Many years I provided shelter, a place to climb, someone to talk too, a back drop for portraits and numerous other happy occasions.
One night, out of no where, a storm blew in from the south. I fought it’s brutal breath with all my might. After awhile I grew weary and could not fight any longer. The mighty wind brought me to my knees.
A few days later the little girl, now an elderly lady, came out and paid her respects. Then a man sawed and chopped on me for hours. He explained to my dear friend he would not charge her if he could keep me to burn as firewood. She said he could have all of me except my heart. The man looked perplexed, but did not argue. With a couple of swift cuts, he left my heart lying there as if I was a piece of junk.
The next day the little girl and her sister loaded me in their car. They drove me far away. They handed me to a nice man they called Trifern. She told him to make me into something that other people might enjoy. I heard her whisper as Trifern carried me away, “You’ll never be a weed or a piece of junk to me, you’ll always be my treasure.”
Trifern skillfully trimmed away some of my fat. He not only found my heart, but found the very character of my soul. He even carved out a ring and glued purpleheart dust into it. He called it “The Circle of Life.”
So here I am for all to see. I can’t wait because Trifern promised me a family reunion with a little girl!
-- My favorite piece is my last one, my best piece is my next one.