Under the Sycamore Trees
1996:
2000:
I remember the time before this world. I was the dream of a forest. The trees had dreamt me because they were lonely, and they wanted someone to keep them company, and take care of them, and entertain them. They sang, dronning hoarsely in the soft green twilight, and I danced for them, dreamy dances with shuffling steps in the slow slurring shambling rythm of their songs, and I loved them, and I was loved, I was so loved, because I was their one and only beloved child.
Then I fell asleep, at the roots of the father tree, and I dreamed of the sky beyond the forests' dome, and the stars in it, and the other galaxies of trees on the worlds underneath them. And the dream was so sweet and strong, and heady, that I wondered too far inside it, and lost myself inside it, and woke far, so far away from my forest, I had lost my way and I could no longer go back to my beautiful trees, I could no longer hear their song and follow it home. I was found by a small kid with emerald eyes. He took me on and fed me with his dreams, and I lived in him, whispering stories about my forest. And my stories fed him, and gave him strength. And he grew to a beautiful treeman with strong roots and fine branches. He found a forest of his own, but then the monsters came and burned it all down, and with it, his soul was burnt and lost and scattered like ashes in the cold wind of the force of the universe. So now I 'm all alone in here. Without my family, without my soulmate, just an uprooted sapling, blowing aimlessly in the wind, waiting for the huge gale that will carry me away into another dream.
But I know. One day, I 'll swim back through the living web of the Forest Forever, and find my trees again. I know I wasn't lost in vain. Because now I 'll have a thousand wonderful new stories to tell my trees.
And I 'll dance a thousand new dances for them, under the sweet shade of their leaves.
Come on in and read about them.
Or Ring my Ding Dang a Long Ling Long
