In the twilight of possibility, a seed took root. Surrounded by the nutrients of imagination it began to grow. As the first leaf began to unfold. Once what was not there began to become. Where once a vastness of nothing spread in all directions. A tiny shadow now cast itself out and the seed grew with each passing of the sun.

Each day brought a new leaf. Soon enough, branches were beginning to form. From the branches twigs and more leaf's. Soon enough a tree had grown. The fruits it would bare wold attract people. You and me. This ripe fruit, Would keep a few close to the tree and gain also from the shadowing shade, that would block the scorching sun through the day.

Adversely, this activity spread the seeds from the tree and More seeds took root the next season. A repeat of this process, created a valley of fruit tree's and all can get some fruit.

A forest of fruit and shade grew and spread through some of the valleys. By the edge of one of the valley's. 500 feet lower than the valley at the top. The tree's gave a different flavour and were much bigger than those of a higher altitude. Different varieties began to emerge.

At the edge of the perimeter the forest had reached. A new seed fell. The seed took root. Just the same as all other tree's before it. It grew season by season ad looked a bit different to other tree's it grew a bit slower and it was multiple seasons before it would bare any fruit.

The tree was left alone because it was unknown. No one knew what it do or what the different fruit was like. Fear of what they did not know kept them at bay.

A forgotten history of how the forest they came to live within came to be. Something unknown, feared instead of looked at for what it is. Something else, maybe something different. The spread of the seeds hindered by a negative thought. Cancelling out all other possibility.

Eventually, the slow growing tree was over shadowed by other faster growing tree's. Engulfed by taller faster growing tree's the new fruit was lost. With less light reaching the tree. It bore less fruit and some years none.

Seasons passed and the tree struggled to create its fruit. Succeeding and failing season after season. An ever tightening surround and cover from above the forest offered the lone tree.

It had grown broad instead of tall stuck trapped in the shade. The reach of the branches was limited. Doomed, the first and last, the end before the beginning.

This winter season was not the same as previous ones. This season the winds were much stronger. The cold froze the ground. The taller tree's took the brunt of the winds with their heights. Swaying them to extreme's they had not had to cope with previously.

The thinner trunks that helped them grow faster. Were too thin in the younger tree's and they suffered. many giving up their plight. Several of the taller trees around our tree had fallen creating an opening in the canopy. Around the solo tree sprouts from seasons of seeds that had fallen began to sprout.

The floor of the forest was a mixture of new fruits. A canopy of green leaf brought on from seasonal interactions from various birds and other wildlife.

The solo tree took advantage of this break to the canopy above. It grew with the seasons it took other tree's to grow and reached new heights it would survive at.

It spread its branches in all directions. It gained its place in the forest.

Or maybe it just died and rotted away.

I wonder.
How many seeds we miss to water. How many trees have been stopped from growing. How many fruits did we miss getting to taste. Is there any valleys left without any fruit.

Do we lose on alternatives because of how we view things are or should be. Are we building a different hope for a future on foundational structures that did not work before.