There is a very high branch on a very old tree.
This branch congratulates itself for rising above the other branches. It is unaware it is the highest because it is the newest. It is unaware its position is supported by all that came before.
After just a few days of living, the very high branch believes it has superior abilities – being so young, yet having risen so high. It flexes easily in the wind, compared to the others.
The very old tree is so old, its roots have traveled far, long before it gave birth to the very young branch. The very old tree is so wide, there is no place not touched by its shadow.
The very high branch shows signs of elevation sickness because it envies the expansive reach of the elder branches. It envies the attention and preference given to these elder branches by those who come to the tree for their feeding, resting and nesting needs.
One young day, the very high branch decides it will embark on its own. It decides it will start a new tree, one with only high branches that it designs.
The very high branch waits for just the right winds. When the winds change, the very high branch flexes itself back and forth until it breaks free. It flies, soars, floats and drifts effortlessly. It congratulates itself for having such liberty and freedom.
The very high branch quickly grew and easily flew on the very little it knew. Unknowingly, the very high branch, once dependent on the very old tree was now dependent on the wind.
There is a common sound of increasing silence as winds change again. Then there is another common sound of something hitting the ground near the foot of the very old tree.
There was a very high branch on a very old tree.
