At first there was darkness. Then the taste of water, moist and sweet. Movement came next, stretching and reaching until a break through.
Touching Sunlight, I shot up. Every day I’d grow toward his light and while others battled Wind, I embraced it, listening to her talk.
My skin hardened, against the animals that gnawed, the squirrels that tickled and those that swung from my arms.
Then the air was tainted and filled with different noises. Many of us were chopped down, but I was walled up in a corner, away from Wind and World.
And here I still stand.