The Trees of Light
by Garrison Locke
The Trees of Light stood waiting.
Fire had rained from the sky for weeks
with no end in sight.
Three had fallen;
many more lost branches.
Translucent silver leaves incinerated.
The memories of those connected to the trees
began to fade…
The people had never met their memory keepers –
they couldn’t understand their condition.
The trees wanted to help –
the memories were their lifeblood.
But Yggdrasil’s dew would save them
and extinguish the fire;
the Great Tree always did.
The ash would restore the world once more.
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