Here's a little story I wrote a while ago:

I always laid down under the shade of the largest tree in the park, listening to the sweet song of the birds and gazing deep into the shapeless clouds. I could hear the wind rustling the sharp blades of grass and the jumping of the grasshoppers enjoying their life in this sweet summer afternoon.

I wondered what were beyond those shapeless clouds and often molded the clouds with images of loved ones and close friends. Sometimes my imagination got a little wild and I could see stars, harps, angels and candy. It was summer time, a time for myself to enjoy life and to relax, to look back and to reflect on my experiences.

I would stay under that tree for such a long time until the clouds disappeared and the stars shone brightly. They twinkled in the dark night sky and looked like fireballs shot up into the sky to help lead a wandering traveler find his way home.

The stars moved one night out from the sky. They left streaks of white behind them and upon those stars I made a wish. “I wish to be happy for the rest of my life, to love those that I care about and never cause them any harm”. Sometimes I would close my eyes and rest until the sun came up the next day.

In spring time the flowers would often bloom on the trees in the park. Gazing at the pink flowers that grew on the branches, I would reach for a couple and stare at it for hours on end. My imagination would start to run again and I would see myself standing next to the one I love, giving her the same flowers that I held my hands. That day, I grabbed a bouquet of the pink flowers and closed my eyes to rest.

The stars they moved again and I wake up. They appear to get larger and larger; my heart starts to pump harder and harder. Something hits the ground from near by and the trees start to burn. I run out from under the large tree and hide under the stone bridge, praying that everything will be alright. Another hits the bridge causing something to hit my head. My eyes get heavier and heavier and sleep engulfs me as tears run from down my cheeks.

Awaken by the sounds of the birds, I crawled out of the bridge and looked around. The trees are as dark as black coal with smoldering hot smoke coming out from it. I look at the place where the large tree once stood. Tears came down my face and I cried and cried of all the times I spent under that tree. How the shade of the tree always kept me cool and how protected I felt being under it. My body felt heavy and I laid down on the warm burnt grass. Tears still came down my eyes and I remember all the times I looked up at the cloud, how the flowers still smelled on the tree and how the stars would shine at night.

“Mister, why are all the trees down” a little girl ask me with her teary eyes when I looked up; she was crying too. I got up and looked at her, speechless and unable to answer her question. She continued to cry and there was nothing I could do. I looked at my hand to see myself holding the flowers that I pulled off the tree that day. I did not want to let it go for it was my only memory of the tree. Then with one deep breath, I held back my tears and give the girl the flowers. “Trees come and go like people do. They blossom into something beautiful, but as life goes on, it must also end. Cherish what you have and the memories that are still inside you. Life is worth living, to grow, to cherish and to know that happiness is just around corner” I said to the girl. Then I laid down on the grass looking up the shapeless clouds and smiled to myself as my imagination created the image of the larger tree that once stood in that park.

I'll try to post up more art work this summer since school.... and summer school has already ended.