Story: The Ancestor’s Brother

I wrote this in around 2011. Recently a friend asked to read it so I uploaded it here.

Two lovers lay in the shade of the tallest tree in the forest
The comforting smell of the moist Earth filled them
The tree was pleased to shelter them from the heat of the Sun
As they rose to leave, the man saw an acorn, recently split
He showed the tiny root of the new tree to his lover
They took their new born son to the forest and showed him the tree
“We made you here”, they told him,
“your life began on the same day as this young tree’s”
“We think of him as your brother”
The tree thought so too
If a tree could weep, he would have wept with joy for love of his brother
Each time they visited the forest, they told the growing boy the story
The boy grew to know the tree as his brother
Children played in the forest
Their cries of joy filled the air
If a tree could weep, he would would have wept with their delight
A young man came to the forest with his love where they shared their first kiss
If a tree could weep, he would have wept with joy, sharing his brother’s love
In the shadow of his ancient mother, the young tree grew slowly
In autumn, a powerful storm felled the old tree
If a tree could weep, he would have wept for the loss of his mother
Clear sky above him now, the tree grew strong and tall
A man visited the forest with his family
The tree sheltered three generations of his brother’s kin
An old man, bent and dressed in black came to the forest
He sat in the shade of the still-young tree and wept for his lost wife
If a tree could weep, he would have wept with him
Four generations of his brother’s family visited the forest
All were dressed in black and the tree knew he would not see his brother again
If a tree could weep, he would have wept with grief
One hundred generations of his brother’s family have sheltered beneath
the tallest, oldest tree in the forest
All knew the legend of the ancestor’s brother
Only the tree knew it was true
Two lovers lay in shade of the tree
The comforting smell of the moist Earth filled them
As they rose to leave, the man saw an acorn, recently split
He showed the tiny root of the new tree to his lover
And the tree wept