Here is Part II of my fable (read Part I here):
Grandma added years to her life, but they did not take away her determination. Traffic was rerouted around the Red Cedar, and a child was born beneath its sturdy boughs. The “Save the Red Cedar League” was formed, with regular monthly meetings held under the canopy of the special tree, which included slide shows and refreshments.
Many years flew by, and Grandma passed away with them. Her ashes were strewn by her children, her grandchildren, and her great-grandchildren, at her request, beneath the mighty tree. That night, under a full moon, her neighbors arrived on the edge of the yard with their chainsaws. They pressed the blades to the woody limbs of the famous giant, but the massive trunk repulsed every attempt to sever its bark. The branches could not be cut.
After many more years, a violent winter storm struck the peaceful community. The voracious wind tore apart trees all over the town, but the Red Cedar’s sturdy roots held firmly in the ancient soil. The noble tree’s branches whipped the drenched sky, but they did not break.
Rain and hail pelted the surrounding vegetation, ripping branches and scattering a forest of leaves. Still the Red Cedar was undamaged. At last a tremendous bolt of lightning struck the top of the mighty warrior, and the crash was heard for many miles. The next morning the sky cleared, and a town meeting was held under the tree, to determine the extent of the damage. The highest limbs were naked, and they were pronounced dead by the assembly.
Early in the spring, a pair of ospreys arrived along the river and built a sturdy nest in the top of the Red Cedar, among the dead branches. They fished in the river, and raised their young. The cottage under the magnificent tree was transformed into a museum, and curious visitors came from all over the world to see the tree that couldn’t die, and to watch the ospreys that made their home in its top.
copyright 2012 J. M. Naszady