Edgar Allan Poe Essay: A Tree Divided

Once upon a time, many years and generations ago, when the Moon mingled freely with the Sun at any time of the day and the fish swooped and flew carefree above the earth, the trees walked freely about the earth on many wooden, tentacle like legs. All trees were very happy with their freedom, and adventured about the land, with the exception of one tree. This tree was a large, pointed tree with many small, needlelike leaves. The tree was unhappy because come the time when snow fell over the earth and covered everything like a cold white blanket, the tree would lose its magnificent needles, which it was very proud of. It wanted to change that, because every year when it’s needles fell to the ground, it became horribly sad, cold, and depressed.

But the tree was not discouraged, and eagerly insist that he tell him. The old tree bowed his head and sighed, giving in. He told the young tree of a way to the someone. Much to the young tree’s dismay, the path involved crossing the mountain range they were in now, crossing a wide and colossal desert, and somehow crossing The Great Sea. After staying the night with the old tree, he set off on his journey. His first part of his journey was surprisingly easy, only having to walk through the valley cutting straight through the mountain range. Then, after he passed the last mountain, his spirits sank like a rock. He had come within view of the desert. He steeled his determination and set off. Three days later, he was just surrounded by desert on all sides. He was starting to lose hope. Then, like a mirage, a huge shadow swooped over a dune and started to circle the tree, panicked, the tree took off and tried to run, but in a matter of seconds was scooped up by a large bird. The tree was stunned for an instant, but then realized it was The Great Condor, the god of all

He sailed overseas for seven days, until the sea was all around him with no trace of any land.His joyful spirits had long since faded. He started to consider turning around when his raft got a great jerk forward and started speeding forward at a great speed, pulled by a long, shimmering grey body. It did not take him long to realize this must be the Dolphin, the protector and god of the ocean. Within another day, the duo had reached their goal, a huge volcanic island in the middle of the sea. The tree again bowed in thanks, and the dolphin jumped out of the water in acknowledgement before speeding off. The tree looked nervously up at the peak of the volcano and started his climb. It seemed to take forever, but he soon reached his goal. The old tree had told him that the lava of this volcano was magical and if he made a wish into it, his wish would come true. However, what the old tree didn’t know, was the wish came with a price, so when the tree shouted his wish, that he would not lose his leaves in the winter, that wish was granted, but his wooled legs drew themselves into the ground and stayed, rooted there. But the curse did not stop with him, it swept through the whole earth and rooted all the trees to the