Daily story, August 21, 2025

I sit in the branches of the young oak and wait for it to lift me to the sky. As I wait, I watch the other trees. They seem to be growing faster than mine. Even the other branches of my tree seem to be growing faster. One day, I will realise that the tree cannot grow tall where I am weighing it down. I will see that every branch but mine has reached over me and covered the sky. But for now I sit and wait, feeling terribly pleased with myself.