Tree in the woods

I met a tree in the woods I was lost,

Green and lavish with a little bit frost,

Seeking some rest and shelter from wind,

I ate the fruits it bore, free of cost.

Days passed as I remained stuck,

Fearing the worst as I questioned my luck,

When suddenly I heard, “Life”.

Said the face on the tree trunk.

“Neither can I speak nor run,

Standing still under the Sun.

Facing wind and taking on rain,

I provide all with nothing to gain.

I live life like life lives in us all,

Let me show you though I cannot stroll.

Your childhood is spring, while youth is summer,

Elderly is the autumn and absence is the fall.

However, those who fall are replaced by new,

As that is what life is, simple and true.

Moral of tree is not to scare or haunt,

Live life as if you want because,

Today you are, tomorrow you won’t,

Leaves may fall but roots don’t.”

Story

Chapter 1.

Ageless, faceless, nameless protagonist,

Existing only in the “World of Words”.

A brief account of nature and character,

Which the writer never said but you heard.

Chapter 2.

A recollection of an event that sends,

Ripples even to days of now.

Effects, either good or bad, from those bends,

Navigates the author’s pen as it ploughs.

Chapter 3.

Trying to steer as per the story,

Whilst making choices of his own.

Decides protagonist’s fall or glory,

Authoring the story of his own.

Chapter 4.

I speak to you says your book,

You who is its writer and its lead.

Your steps is what your story took,

For everyone but the author to read.