Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


December 8th 2017 in Microfiction

In the quiet of the dawn, the pulse of the World Tree could be felt in the earth, strong and free. The oaks sighed, letting go of their worry; the pines swayed, standing tall and proud; the birch asked their rivers to dance. “We are more than roots and branches,” It whispered, filled with love. “So much more than twigs and leaves.” The cypress huddled, grateful in community. The redwoods closed their eyes and felt the passage of time. “We are always more, never less,” the World Tree told them, reaching out in joy to touch them all. “Grow in grace and beauty,” It said, urging them to pause and reflect. “Offer comfort. Forgive.” An elm sapling started to cry. “Know that this, too, shall pass,” the World Tree said to the little one, the wonder of eternity in Its voice.

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