Royal.

Proud.

Clean.

These are the emotions churning within me, standing tall amongst all the saplings who were maturing progressively, ones who used to be like me; innocent and imperfect.

In the midst of the innocent, I was guilty with pride, integrity, dignity, freedom.

This was my future – I was sure of it.

Except one day – that one day, when everything changed.

It was as though my eyes were stained with blood and my branches were coated with pale yellow flesh that flaked dryly in the air like ashes from a thick fire.

How do one's dignity and magnitude amongst their own kind become guilty and unclean, imperfect to those who take notice? How can someone conquer something else and do whatever they want with it, and change the building blocks of its youth?

If I were going to tell you, would you listen? Would you care what happened to me?

If you do, then make yourself comfortable – this is going to be a telling to share unto many generations, amongst the maturing and youthful saplings who will grow to become trees, the guilty and perfect ones . . .

*P.S. Did I mention that the POV is being told by a tree?

SURPRISE!!!!!!!!!!!!

I found this to be fun because I felt like I could have the chance to speak a different language, something that humans wouldn't say because trees aren't human. I had some difficulty with that part, but honestly, for the fun of it, I had a gr8 time :)

How does this intro go along? Does it flow? 

Comments and suggestions would be nice, lol ;)

Love ya'll!

Karsen