Jack and the Cypress Tree

Jack and the Cypress Tree

Jack sat alone on a wind swept hillside.  Hot dry wind swirled all around his curly golden hair.  His face perplexed in a silent stare.  His gaze fading into the sea.  Blue like crystal the Sea gazed back at him and to Jack it felt like it was gazing into his very essence.  With each wave splashing its sound on the shore, was like a billows blowing on a fire. The billowing on a small ember coal inside of Jacks chest.   With each sounding crash of the waves heat dispensed into Jacks small frame and his tan body glowed.

The noon day sun smile down apon Jack as it also light the Mediterranean Sea,  blending symmetrically with the clear blue sky.  The sky was painted with faint puffs of white, thin, airy and barely visible clouds that where stretched thin across the horizon.  The wind shaped little Jack.  It constantly formed around his face, his arms his legs, his tan almost bare body. He gazed at himself as the wind gently blew in waves like the sea itself.  He looked at his arms,his legs and said aloud " The wind is shaping me, that is why I am smooth, round and not one flat part to my body."  He then observed the rocks he so many times sat on.  How the wind shaped them, how it carried lighter parts of dirt across his bare feet.  It reminded him of his mother when she swept the floor.  How it was her power then pushed the dirt.  Now what power pushes the wind? Jack thought.

He then as if  the wind itself was his motor effortlessly carried himself up the hill. His hair billowed in the waves of wind.  He wanted to go higher.  As he climbed, the day lengthened and the sun strengthened in its intensity.  Jack paused to rest on a smooth large sand colored rock.  He closed his eyes and imagined himself a lizard.  After feeling rested he effortlessly jumped to his feet and continued up.  The Sea waves and wind soon became faint.

As he climbed almost to the top of his mountain world the air was thinner, he breathed slowly, deeply absorbing every second like a humming bird takes in nectar. Not to waste a precious breath or moment.   He came to his throne.  A rock that was a perfect fit for him. He sat on his throne.  All around his seat the wild flowers danced.  The busy Bees he imagined  where his subjects. They seemed careless of Jacks dominion as they buzzed from flower to flower. Knowing what tasks they had regardless if King Jack was present or not. 

There was one presence in Jack's kingdom he felt like the subject to.  Gently slopping down in front of Jack stood an old gigantic tall Cypress Tree.  It seemed to Jack older then time itself.  Its limbs stretched forth weathered in time.  Just behind the tree the whole sea with all its blue hue dominated the background. The tree seemed to talk to Jack in a way his mother or father could not.  It seemed so much wiser, so much older then anyone jack had known. Even his grand papa seemed the lesser age to this tree.

The sun was far to soon fading closer and closer to the Sea. It grew ever closer to its sleep.  The sky now began to dance in different colors that painted for his favorite friend in even more color and life. He took the last of his water from his canteen and pored it at the base of his old friend.  A warm slow breeze picked up and  came from behind  the now dancing limbs of this towering weathered giant.  A warm buzz of invisible electricity communicated to little Jack. His hair of his arms and legs slightly tingled as his chest glowed warm inside.. He sensed his friend was happy to see him.  Jack felt ever so happy to be  with his wise old friend.  He returned to his throne and admired silently every second of his fading kingdom, knowing he soon had to return home.