the story of 枫(maple)[this story is written from the perspective of the tree]
continued...

the tree craved for the dreams to be ever-lasting, ever-recurring, ever-perfect and for-ever. but in reality, dreams are how they are. ever so instant, spontateous and fast fading, and maybe thats why the tree dwelled on the desire of havin more of it. 'The perfect moment'

all the other trees never talked before about this dream or even anything remotely-related to it. maybe its because of their distance that seldom anything close to heart is shared. the tree only got wind of it through the passing birds and bees.

the seasonal birds that share their tales on every other stops they made, telecasting all news worldwide big or small. exchanging news and stories everywhere they go, making a very huge network of news network with other seasonal birds. while the passing bees, hum about the tiny gossips and rumors of huge entertainment value. due to their minute bodies, they appear almost invisible gathering all these precious 'dirty laundry'. some relay about what whispers they hear, others jus spin their own yarn from their imgination.

these are the sources the tree possess of the outside world. everything outside seemed so colorful, at least more colorful that the forest he resides in. the color comes from the vast and rapid changes that the world is happening outside every day. while the tree only observes that little changes from his little spot in the forest.

he sees the green leaves on him grow and wither. he sees the sun signalling another time for him to study. he sees and hear the birds and bees. he also sees his brother inching up in another spot of the forest. he notices his parents progressing in age and the drain of each day for them. he yearns... ...

he yearns to be a big strong tree covered with plentiful green leaves. he want to be this big tree that not only overlooks this forest but the entire greenry as far as the eye can see. he lacks the confident, for he knows how many bugs that dig within his very trunk. he also understands the limit of this growth, that he can grow no taller than the canopy in that forest nor grow more green leaves that his parents. his change can be no more than the other trees in the forest...can it?

he feels more insecure with the wind. she who sees all changes as the only constant she who seems to have limitless growth. he feels a gap between them, or is jus his inferiority bug diggin at his trunk?

one day the resident woodpecker told the tree :
the tree grasp his sense of security from the surrounding dependables and is used to that. hence, the tree unknowingly provides that same kind of security that he recieves to the wind. the wind feels secure and relived. yet to the wind, security is based on more intangibles rather than the surrounding due to her very own nature. hence the security cycle is then broken, not because the wind is not giving the tree security, but due to the different form and conversion of it. hence is the stem of the insecurity.

the woodpecker left everything as it is, since there were no inferiority bug to peck out.