by Alexander Salas
How I miss the warmness of the sun. I stand here surrounded by colossal trees. Their compact leaves form an umbrella. Inside the thickest of forests, darkness is my home. My banishment for as longs as I walk on God's green earth and only God, in his infinite wisdom, can end my life. His punishment I have learned to accept. His punishment I have grown to loathe.
Hidden in blackness, I stare at the halo. Light enters this timberland only at this point. The treetops construct a perfect circle. This is the most alluring place in my small world.
The ground basks in the glorious sunlight. Greener grass, livelier leaves and a warmer soil enjoy the halo's gift. Jealousy overtakes me as I look. It fills my heart with pure hatred.
Of course, by my own free will I could terminate my so called life. A simple visit under the halo would let the sun finish my cruel existence. It will be painful. And unlike the delightfulness of the sun's rays kissing one's skin on a beautiful summer day, I will burn to death.
I have walked this forest for hundreds of years. And for hundreds of years I have missed the sun. I am tired. The light is just a step away around this tree I stand behind. Frightened, I circle the tree and meet my fate.