Weeping Birch

I found this nice story at some of the Fanfiction.net profiles.

Like a field, a meadow tucked away in a grove of trees.  Everything and nothing combine here to make perfect peace and harmony.  Nothing is bad or misplaced, it’s a haven.  Closed and protected from the outside world.  Many come to the meadow, seeking advice and ideas.

But a fire rages through, destroying everything in its path.  The once haven for everything and anything is now a living heck.  Now few dare to get near it, scared of what the ever lasting fire may do.  It eats up anything that gets near it, not caring what it may be.

People stopped caring about the lush meadow and they forgot.  Simply left it to die, burn up in the ashes.  The monstrous storm of raging flames knew that no one will ever care again, and it vanishes, leaving a mess in its wake.

The forest which the meadow was in was made up fully of Birch trees.  They laughed at the small meadow, mocking its bareness and loss of soul.  It weeps, crying an everlasting song.

One small Birch tree however felt sorry for the poor meadow.  It stretched up its leaves and send a small seed rushing into the air.  The caring wind brought it to the meadow, planting it in a spot of upturned earth.  The meadow stopped weeping, realizing something was caring for it again.  Soon a small Birch tree was growing in the dead field, alone in the ashes and soot.  The meadow cared and nurtured it, but the tears from all of its weeping caused the little tree to swallow up the tears.

As the little tree grew older, its branches grew long and tall.  But its leafs didn’t go skyward.  They fell towards the ground, towards the meadow that had cared for it the whole time.  The meadow’s tree was the only one of its kind until it gave its seeds, and more spread.

This small tree grew into a majestic Weeping Birch.  It was like bystanders in the woods, but unlike the others, it was caring and kind. People came to see its uniqueness and beauty.  The meadow was happy once again, and the small Birch tree that had given its seed in the first place smiled to herself.  She had done her service to the world, giving it the Weeping Birch.