Fall

Fall
By Ian W.G. Sparkman

There once stood a great tree that was in the center of a farmers field. The farmer didn't know why he never cut the tree down, all it did was make more work for him. So, one day the farmer decided that he would remove the tree. He set about getting ready his equipment, starting with the axe.
He looked for an hour, never finding it, so he decided to go into town for a new axe. When the farmer got home it was to late to start cutting the tree out of his field. He sat on his porch just looking at the massive tree. He wondered about what all that ancient lifeform had witnessed.
The next morning the farmer went in search of his mulcher, when he found it he saw that the blades were in such a way that he couldn't use it. So, off to town the farmer went, and again he got home late and decided to wait again. He sat on his porch again and wondered on that enigma of his tree. What would it say if it could talk, what would the tree tell him, he just shook his head and went to bed.
The next day he decided that he would begin cutting the tree down. He walked and thought of the best way to cut. When he began chopping when the tree suddenly fell over, taking the farmer with itself. The only sound the tree made was a great cacophony of snaps and cracks.
The farmer lay underneath the tree for a long while, wondering what had happened. He had only just began chop,so he crawled out from the twisted limbs and bows to figure out this great mystery.
Unfortunately upon close inspection he saw the tree had been just a shell for a long time. Yet, in the space where the old tree had been a small sapling had began to grow. The farmer never thought of it again except for on those evenings he would sit on his porch and think of the voice of that tree.