Transformation

Green leaves enveloped her small form. The woods whispered gently around her face as her eyes peeped through delicate foliage. She had lived in the depths of the forest all her life. The earthy moist brown soil underfoot was familiar. Soft lime green moss was her bed at night.

Yet one day she had climbed the tallest tree, following a thread of white light upward. The bright shaft which penetrated the canopied forest led to a cloudless heaven. She wanted the freedom of a blue sky; to soar as high as a bird above the static forest; feel the warmth of the sun on her bare skin; breathe clear air that was endless.

As long as she believed her families ancestry she would never reach liberation. Her father and mother were dwellers of the forest. They had been told they could never leave. If so, they would lose themselves; madness and chaos would follow; they would grow old quickly and die. For centuries her family had remained in darkness. It was time to break free of these beliefs.

As dawn broke silently, spreading dappled light, all was quiet. She crept to the tallest tree and began to climb again. The leaves were holding her back, clawing at her body as she travelled upwards towards the sky.

26.06.07
Juliette Llewellyn (Fairytales)