Tree

The wind blew fiercely through the meadow, around the house then hit the trees. Blowing the browning and dying leaves from there branches to rest calmly on the forest floor. 

"Mama, what will happen when I get older?"

"Sweetie, you'll grow up, you'll experience great things, and normal things. You'll learn what it means to be a man, you'll learn what it means to love someone and be loved in return. While you're learning all of these important things you can be whatever you want to be. Nobody can stop you and there's no obstacle to large for you to overcome."

He looked up and over, a puzzled look on his face then he saw the dancing trees,"Mommy! Mommy! I want to be a beautiful tree!"

She too followed his gaze to the line of trees behind their house, "Sweetheart, you can be a tree if you want. If you're a tree, you'll be the bathroom for the animals. Home to the birds and bugs. You won't go anywhere but, you'll see a lot of things. Things around you will change people will come and go. Eventually though you're going to be chopped down and people aren't going to care anymore that, one time many years ago you provided a nice bit of shade to sit under."

"Mommy, being a tree sounds sad," He said as he looked down and kicked at the pebbles beneath his feet.

"It is a sad truth my love, about society and they way that trees are seen. It's just a fact, you're probably better off being a rock. You'll get stepped on and thrown around, but at least your branches wont die, your wood won't rot and, you won't spend your whole life providing air for people only to get chopped down and used for a fire. Although, being a rock, doesn't mean that pieces of you aren't going to get lost along the way and being lonely is inevitable," she bent down brushed her sons hair out of his eyes and gave him a gentle kiss as she grabbed his hand, and they continued on there way, hand in hand to the future.