“I AM A TREE” said the perspective of a three hundred year old tree with the crushing weight of all of his years spent in silent bliss. Growing and meditating on the beauty of nature and life in my beautiful home.

“So I am a tree now”said the perspective of a twenty year old human man as he looked at the number of events that has happened to him over the years of his new life.

“A SIMPLE AND PLEASANT LIFE” said the perspective of the tree that was content with simple things

“This is a boring life” said the perspective of the man who had dreams goals and ambitions as he thought of all the stories he has read about reincarnation and has found himself with only being able to look forward to endless day’s and years of nothing but watching the weather but he could not even do that because he did not have eyes to see ears to hear nose to smell or tong to taste even the sense of touch is muted with only a small fraction of the sense of pain or pleasure that he was used to in a human body.

The tree found itself with a problem the Tree could not forget the feelings of the human perspective now that they had been remembered in there entirety. But he had no place or use for them which lead to a background discontent he could not shake despite loving the life he had lived for so long

“I SHOULD ASK THE FAST ONES WHAT I CAN DO” contemplated the perspective of the tree as he looked at the similarity of shape between them and the form of his old perspective.

“yeas ask the elves for help it would have been so cool if I was reborn as an elf I could use nature magic so cool” was the response of the human perspective as his thoughts where filled with dreams and story's of magic and fornicating with beautiful elfin girls.

The tree eventually put aside the day dreams of the human perspective but the idea of magic did stick and he wondered how much magic was involved in the dance of the spirits performed by the elves at the time of first flowers.

Continuing to guide the warmth of the sun to his friend below him he noted how there voices are less distinct to him now until he remembered his new perspective was too impatient it could take days and years for plants to have a normal conversation form the perspective of the fast ones which his human perspective defiantly was.

The tree decided the only thing to do was to wait till next spring it was unfortunate that he would half to wait most of the year in do to it being gust before summer equinox. So he entered his normal deep contemplation expecting his new perspective to make the normally short wait longer than normal hopefully not to long.

The first thing his new perspective noted was that the years are a lot longer than he remembered a lot longer It was five hundred days after the summer equinox before the rain started to turn to sleet and snow.

The new perspective tried to get the attention of the elves that where trimming the trees but they do not trim my branches any more since I started guiding the light to my friends bellow me I did not grow in a constant unrestrained bid for all of the suns warmth that would inevitably leave me to heavy to support my own weight. I now grow in measured and contemplated ways to facilitate my own health and the health of those around me.

Also looking back on it I seam to recall that the elves that prune are not able to hear the screams of pain or they ignore them like a dentist. But any way the second thing my new perspective apparently observed is that there is a thirty day cycle where the warmth would be dim and brighten I had felt this before as it changed how I guided the warm light to my friends bellow but it was nice to know that it was there.

The tree perspective found it interesting that the human perspective would completely ignore any and all spiritual movements which lead to it not hearing the voices of my friends when I was looking at the world threw that perspective. Giving me another reason not to use that perspective during the long slow days.

“Longest year ever” complained the human perspective that was still bored into non existence.

“YOU HAVE NO IDEA” was the return of the Tree perspective it had fond during the course of time that the human perspective was rather insistent on being used it had an innate curiosity that bleed over into the perspective of the tree but both perspectives had too little to engage there mind when looking at every detail that came about which lead into games which came to a realization the two perspectives where different enough from each other that the tree could play two play games with itself and not have the problem that the right knows what the left side is planing. Until the tree noted that one perspective would always win after the first time a game was played the perspective that one the first time would always win after that this made playing games between the two perspectives a rather dull endeavor.

It was time the forest held its breath and the tree could feel the pull to the dancing grounds. He ushered his friend along the path it was time. Unfortunately the human perspective could not perceive movements of the trees and flowers as they danced out of there bodies leaving a tether to return on. Well a tether would be the human perspective it felt more like having one root in water and sending another to find more. Even if the human perspective could not see the tree could use the curiosity of the perspective to appreciate the way the spirits of trees floated along dancing around each other looking like tree’s held in the grip of a hurricane being drown into the center of the storm.

Entering the field set for the dance where few plants grow and elves are gathering for the dance the tree could feel the energy of the place thousands of plants many with powerful spirits had gathered. The way the energy of all of the spiritual bodies overlapping and enforcing each other becoming superimposed creating a spiritual energy so thick it could boil an ocean if focused to that task. And this is only the early birds once the dance starts the rest will come.

As more elves gathered so to did more trees the tree watched as some elves preparing dried fruits set in water alive with tiny souls that are born and did before they can give themselves a name burned the flesh of the dead with cast of tree limbs. Checking the fruit he could tell by there contentment that their duty to make sure there seed ended up planted in a good place was well accomplished. With there contentment so to did he feel content. Looking at the flesh of the dead he could also feel contentment with only a little sorrow he had lived a good life he had kids he watched them grow he had a good life a short life but a good and pleasant one. Looking with new eyes the tree watched the spirit of all that was prepared by the elves both living and dead and that which had never lived was all in a agreement. The elves had helped them live a good life and they would bless them in return. Looking at all this good tree wondered.

Ow wow that is so cool they have alcohol grilled meat grilled vegetables wow those dancing clothes have plant fibers woven into them in the shape of a leaf to hide there delicate places wall being shear and transparent every where else that is so hot. Yeas there is a bow elf ranger yeas trope is here. Ow she is drop dead gorgeous I so want her into my harem with her flowing corn gold hear well defined breasts…

the tree decided that this was not an appropriate place to have a conversation with that perspective to many distractions he will need to find an elf he can talk without the dance and hope he can get the elf to find him later but for new the tree walked near the center of the dancing field it was time to begin.

The tree watched as the old elder who had made the same speech every year for one hundred and seventy years got on a little stool made of stone cleared his throat and spoke

“Are we ready.” with a slight paws to see every one nod and no one say other wise the old man continued.

“Then dancers to there places musicians at the ready.” he says that every year even when every one had been waiting on him.

“Here we are my fellow elves lets begin.” when the elder said begin the musicians started there music the first clear notes resonating with the instruments the forest and the energy in the air.

“Spirits of the land and forest we thank you for your protection and offer you this dance.” Tenoned the elder elf with his deep voice the took the clear music and turn it into a wave that rushed out into the forest around. And with the word dance the elves and spirits gathered started there dance. I got to appear as if in a corporal body before the elves. I only looked like a tree for a moment before joining my first partner of the night and rearranging my self to look like my partners twin. And the dance was begone.

“Hello trees of the forest we thank you for your bounty again this year and we invite you to join the dance of the spirits.” with a soft low and melodically calling the invitation was given and the rest of the forest responded and cam to the dance with the force of a tidal wave braking upon stone wails. And the dance was truly begone.

I danced with many partners this dance as I did every dance when at one point I was escorting my current partner out of the dance as he pored sweat of of his skin I spied an elf with a presence and depth I could feel even in this crowd of spirits. So I did what I usually do not do I ignored the perkiest and strongest dancer ready and waiting to get in and instead went to her. She was surprised but faltered and took me up on my offer to enter the dance.

I should do this more often she lasted longer than any partner I have had before the shear energy hear spirit can produce for so long was breath tacking as we danced in squares and circles fitting into lines and leaving them in a convoluted and ancient dance that resembled a square or a line dance but instead of some one calling the shots only the music cued the next move and the music cot its cues from the energy in the place and the spirits around.

As the fast ones danced some of the trees like me took the shape of elves and joined the steps of the music wall most drifted in and out and around like leaves and flower blossoms disturbed by and drifting on the wings of the wind.

When her energy ran out I guided her out of the dance where she was praised by many who seemed younger and fitter but she out performed. Before moving on to another dancer I stood before her said I find myself in need of a different perspective and would like it if you could find me some time after the dance is done I share my roots with firelilies and shadowglorys and a male singing harp has a nest in my branches. That should be enough for her to find me again. I find another dancer before the shock has left the faces of thous around me.

As always I enjoy the dance of the spirits at the time of flowers to the best of my ability it is always sad wen it is time to part but this time I return to my tree with out fuss and wait for my plea to be answered.