Fairie Tale

A long time ago,

There lived a girl

Of nineteen odd years.

She lived with her family

In the biggest mansion

At the peak of the town,

Away from the laughs

And hums of the townsfolk.

As each day would pass,

She felt herself growing weaker.

She grew more and more ill,

Hiding it from her loving family,

So as to not worry them.

Until one day,

When she felt she could hide nothing anymore,

She sat under her favorite tree,

Crying, sobbing hard as she felt

Her life slipping away.

For so long,

The tree had kept her company,

Been her only friend.

She shut her eyes,

It was the last time she

Would feel the delicate breeze

Against her porcelain skin.

The last time she

Could outstretch her weak arms

And pretend to float in the wind,

Pretend she was high above

The town she'd call home.

In the sky,

She imagined running against the cool wind,

She felt her body go numb,

And as she closed her eyes,

She drew her last breath.

Feeling the last of her life slip completely away

As everything around her went black.

She opened her eyes to

A beautiful green being.

The being smiled at her,

Reassuring her that everything would be ok.

She felt in her heart a familiarity.

The tree that had been with her

For all her years,

Sacrificed all of it's flowers for her.

In order to save her soul,

To become one with her

Beloved tree.

They joined together,

And she became the spirit of the tree.

Able to watch over her grieving family,

Watch her mother cry for her

As her body was found by her tree.

Watching over her family

And all the families to live in her

Old home

As the centuries flew by.

The tree never gave birth to another bud,

Never showed any flowers that

Had once drawn her to it's branches.

It was still Beautiful.