The Tree that Had no Name

There was a tree… only one tree that was standing so broad, tall, and looked strong. It never leaned forward and not one leave fell, but something accrued to others that past. You see, this tree was planted on a corner with rushing people. Now in days people past very slowly, just admiring the tree, the tree that had no name.

As the tree it self, can’t talk like others, or really, have no mind of its own, it has a personality, of which nobody figured out. The tree with no name was much different than other trees. Like when seasons come and go… Spring, the tree with no name blooms flowers that you never seen before, people are so speechless when it is this time of year. It’s because of the golden flowers that the tree blooms. Summer, the tree sways with a hot summer wind. Everyone quickly hops under it for cool shelter from the blazing sun. Fall, the unnamed tree’s leaves turn brown, but just don’t fall to the ground. They stay there, with no help, just looking like any minute they will fall to the ground. The people watch to see if one of them falls, but not one of them fall. Some of them wait for hours. Winter, pretty soon all the leaves fall with ease. It’s a big site. Everyone watches as all of them fall. When all of them are fallen, the tree looks bare with just the branches and they look tough too. The people walk away with sadness in their eyes.

Right now it’s summer. So most of the people walk under the tree for cool shelter. Some just don’t care and walk to and fro. One summer day, an older kid, named Lexie, came along. Lexie herd about the tree with no name and wanted to see it. Lexie was 12 years old and can walk around the city be her self. When Lexie reached the tree, she stood, just in shocked like never before. She like a statue for a second then snapped out of it and without hesitation she climbed up it so steady she didn’t even have to stop. When Lexie reached the top, she was so very tired, but used the rest of her strength to stand up. She stood up with all her strength and was amazed by what she did and could see the city from above.

The tree with no name felt good to have company all the time. Just there was always one thing missing, no name. It’s like the tree felt lonely in side and hollow too. The tree had all the parts expect one, no name. How come all of these people are staring, but not giving the tree a name? Just how come? Since the tree couldn’t talk, it showed it by shaking its branches and leaves. Everyone ran with scared faces, not relaxed at all. Lexie was still climbing down the tree when this all happened, she was just about to put her foot on the ground when the tree shook and Lexie was pushed backwards and cut her knee a little bit. Some people’s attention was on her. Others were on the tree. They couldn’t believe what was happening. Half of the people were gone. Only some stayed in shocked. It was so hot. They wanted to go under the tree but were afraid to. Then someone spoke up.

There was a younger kid, Manny. He was only 7 years old. Manny walked right under the tree. His mom was there and let him go. He spoke in his loudest voice he could get out. Manny was the one who spoke up the everyone, “Please you guys, don’t walk away, it’s just a tree that wants a name.” All the people’s mouths went down. Then the whispers started. Manny spoke up again, “Can any one think of a name for this tree that helps us?” Someone yelled out” WHAT ABOUT, TREE OF PRESONLITYS?”

Most of the crowd agreed. Then that was that. Everyone went back over the tree and told the boy how thrilled they were of his speaking up. A year later the community came and put a little stand up that had the techniques of the tree. The best part though, was the letters, the name of the tree in the big, bold solid black letters that read, TREE OF PRESONLITYS. Everyone was happy and full of glee. They all celebrated. The tree with no name came to be the tree with a name.

-The End-

-By Alaska

Age 10