FROM KAIMA’S DIARY
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In the heart of the Enchanted Forest stood an ancient oak tree named Eldertree. Its gnarled roots reached deep into the earth, connecting it to the very pulse of life. Eldertree had witnessed countless seasons, each leaving its mark on its bark like a delicate brushstroke.
The forest creatures revered Eldertree. Squirrels nested in its branches, their bushy tails flickering like flames against the green leaves. Birds perched on its limbs, composing symphonies that echoed through the mossy glades. Even the elusive foxes and deer sought solace beneath its sprawling canopy.
But Eldertree harbored a secretโa memory etched into its rings, whispered by the wind. Long ago, when the world was young, it had been a sapling. Back then, the forest was wilder, and untamed. Eldertreeโs leaves were tender, and its roots reached out in search of companionship.
One moonlit night, a mysterious figure appearedโa Dryad, a spirit of the woods. Her skin shimmered like dew-kissed petals, and her eyes held the wisdom of ages. She leaned close to Eldertree, her voice a gentle breeze. โGrow strong, little one,โ she murmured. โYour roots will bind you to the past, and your branches will touch the sky.โ
And so, Eldertree grew. It witnessed the rise and fall of civilizationsโthe laughter of children, the battles of warriors, and the quiet tears of lovers. It absorbed stories whispered by the moon, tales of lost kingdoms, and forgotten magic.
Generations passed, and the Dryad returned. Her once-luminous form had faded, but her eyes still held that ancient knowing. โEldertree,โ she said, โyour purpose awaits. When the world forgets its connection to nature, you must remind them.โ
And so, Eldertree became a guardian. It whispered to the wind, urging the seasons to dance. It sheltered lost travelers, guiding them with rustling leaves. It watched as cities sprouted, their concrete fingers reaching toward the sky, forgetting the soil beneath.
One stormy night, a young girl named Lila sought refuge under Eldertreeโs branches. Tears streaked her face, and her heart felt heavy. โWhy?โ she cried. โWhy is the world so broken?โ
Eldertreeโs leaves trembled. โListen,โ it whispered. โListen to the rustle of leaves, the song of birds, the heartbeat of the earth. We are all connectedโthe ancient oaks, the fragile ferns, and the curious humans. Remember your roots, Lila.โ
Lila wiped her tears. โBut what can I do?โ
Eldertreeโs bark cracked, revealing a hidden chamber. Inside lay a single acornโthe seed of hope. โPlant this,โ Eldertree said. โNurture it. Let it grow into a mighty oak. And when youโre old, whisper your stories to its leaves.โ Lila cradled the acorn. โI will.โ
Years passed. Lila became an environmentalist, rallying communities to protect forests and rivers. And beneath Eldertreeโs branches, a new sapling sproutedโa testament to their shared purpose. Eldertree watched Lila age, her hair silver like moonlight. โThank you,โ it murmured. Lila smiled. โNo, thank you, old friend.โ
And so, the whispers of the ancient oak continuedโa timeless conversation between nature and humanity, carried on the wind, echoing through the ages.
โ๏ธChikaima Zita Unachukwu