She checked the shoebox beneath her bed every night, just to make sure her hidden world was still thriving. And it always was the same as she left it night before, as if time stopped without her presence. Miniscule vines crawled up the cardboard insides of the box, searching for the sky. Trees, the largest ones as thick as her thumb, rooted in the thin bottom of the box. She had created the forest, and as a god wanted something to rule. She cut off a lock of her own hair, breathed life into it. And there, in the palm of her hand, grew a small man. She named him Adam, for she felt it a strong name. Dropping him into the shoebox, she blessed his sleeping form. For it is a cursed thing, to have a person to create a living toy. She waited hour …show more content…
It took him no time at all to search every corner of the box, climb every tree, and examine each flower. He laid in the tree canopies, staring at the sky in awe. However, she made sure not to let him see her face; by her beliefs it would reduce her power. The man grew, not in size, but in curiosity. Every night when she visited him, he would badger her with endless questions, the thoughts flowing from his mouth like a waterfall. She answered all that she pleased to, but if he asked too much from her, she would close the sky on him. Though without knowledge of what it meant, he fell in love with her. Her presence was accompanied by light and glimpses of heaven; as soon as she left Adam’s world drowned in darkness.It was she who held all knowledge, who built a world just for him and placed him in it. As time passed, she showered him with gifts. Rain from a vessel in the sky. Intricate stories from strange fairylands, where people were giants. Trees laden with sweet fruits. Each night when she visited him, he sung her praises of devotion. Unbeknownst to her, he had lowered her …show more content…
There were all forms of revelries and adventures and people. Oh, people! He has never met anyone besides her, but he imagined everyone was as lovely. Days grew longer for Adam, and the only motivation for his existence was the time he spent bathing in light. His life was marked by the torture of loneliness and ecstasy of her. One day, he asked her when he would be able to see the world above him. Her voice took on a quality he was unable to interpret. Do not ask such questions or dream such dreams. The sky turned black with a loud clap. After that, he tried to banish all thought of heaven from his mind. It was frivolous, he reasoned, but the stories he meditated so long on chased after him. So he waited to gain her trust again, as fragile as it was. She visited him less often then, rarely presented him with the gifts of old. He had been a loyal pet, but she was growing weary of him; his entertainment value was
Somehow his mind was his own again. He wasn't dead, he wasn't finished, he was free. His hand reached out for her, brushing over his cheek. He couldn't speak a word. He was raw to life.
Nine years later and the sky was Sylvie’s escape. Her backyard was her oyster and the sky her pearl, with the short trimmed grass and the large beech tree that overhung the yard like a protective shade. Now, at sixteen, the sky was her home. She wished nothing more than to capture the blinking of the stars, the turning of the planets, and the soft brilliance of the moon into as
Her anecdote comes to tell of her story of growing to understand that life doesn't need many wants to be at peace with it, it’s all about letting it come to them through a simple task or hobby such as reading, just as her dad
(NAME) awoke a few hours later, nuzzling against the solid warmth in front of her. She pondered why her pillow was so solid, and mumbled something incoherent as she prised open her eyes. Oh. That's not her pillow.
She was sixteen...Where were the singing bees for her? Nothing on the place nor in her grandma's house answered her. She searched... looking, waiting, breathing short with impatience. Waiting for the world to be made”(11).
“The Sky Tree” reveals beliefs about nature, complex religious beliefs and strong social value. “The Sky Tree” shows animals being involved in everyday life. All the animals including, “Beaver, mink, muskrat brought up paw full of soil and placed on turtle 's back until they had made an island”(20).The earth was formed from the animals. “The Sky Tree” also shows complex religious beliefs. After Old Man decided to cut the tree to survive he “cut the tree, it
Zora Hurston's “Their Eyes Were Watching God” follows Janie Mae Crawford quest to woman hood and self discovery. Having to go to adulthood from childhood at the early age of sixteen this story helps show Janie’s struggle and the realizations of her dreams going through the hardships of three marriages. And, being a black woman in early 20th century America. The author used nature as symbolism to help guide us through Janie journey to finding herself. One of the most powerful metaphors to nature in this novel would be the blossoming pear tree.
The moment Janie had spend under a blossoming pear tree is when she comes to the realization of the meaning of love and marriage. The tree is a female that waits for bees, the male, to come and “sink into the sanctum of a bloom” (10). She becomes acknowledged with the
This becomes apparent within his relationship with the moon. Describing it as “a gentle light stole over the heavens, and gave me a sensation of pleasure. I started up, and beheld a radiant form rise from among the trees. I gazed with a kind of wonder. It moved slowly, but it enlightened my path…”
But Eiseley said, “there is nothing very “normal” about Nature. Once upon a time, there were no flowers at all.” Further implicating that without the emergence of flowers, the world wouldn’t be considered as a whole. Eiseley’s main purpose is to allude the readers into thinking that there are many other possible reasons as to why the world came to be, and his reason is the emergence of the angiosperms. The Immense Journey was specifically written to discuss the history of humanity, however Eiseley’s “How Flowers Changed the World” was written in a way to combine science and humanity in a poetic manner.
This passage from “A white Heron”, by Sarah Orne Jewett, details a short yet epic journey of a young girl, and it is done in an entertaining way. Jewett immediately familiarizes us with our protagonist, Sylvia, in the first paragraph, and our antagonist: the tree. However, this is a bit more creative, as the tree stands not only as an opponent, but as a surmountable object that can strengthen and inspire Sylvia as she climbs it. This “old pine” is described as massive, to the point where it, “towered above them all and made a landmark for sea and shore miles and miles away.” (Line 8).
As they lived in the sky world the woman got pregnant and craved to eat roots from the forbidden tree, as she dug up the roots she fell through the ground and fell onto earth. The woman knew she was not supposed to eat the roots, but she did anyways. ”It
The family would always ask “why us?” or “maybe it’s a curse” or “she was fine for years”, and the list would go on and on. (225) She didn’t feel like she belonged and her family
She later continues to say that “to my God my heart did cry” (8) in which she tries to explain the importance of God in her life and that praying was the only way she could feel safe because God wouldn’t leave her “succourless” (10). Throughout the
The cool, upland air, flooding through the everlasting branches of the lively tree, as it casts a vague shadow onto the grasses ' fine green. Fresh sunlight penetrates through the branches of the tree, illuminating perfect spheres of water upon its green wands. My numb and almost transparent feet are blanketed by the sweetness of the scene, as the sunlight paints my lips red, my hair ebony, and my eyes honey-like. The noon sunlight acts as a HD camera, telling no lies, in the world in which shadows of truth are the harshest, revealing every flaw in the sight, like a toddler carrying his very first camera, taking pictures of whatever he sees. My head looks down at the sight of my cold and lifeless feet, before making its way up to the reaching arms of an infatuating tree, glowing brightly virescent at the edges of the trunk, inviting a soothing, tingling sensation to my soul.