Little tree at the crossroads

For days I watched it hover…the black clouds with the foul odour on a red-orange sky… There where the mighty tree sits…no movement stirs, nor sound heard. The foul wind causing creeks in the body of the world…I dread and shiver in ill feelings as I watch the earth turnover thrice as the branches shreek in pain… There I sat in awe with the world for 3 days. On the 3rd day, all inhabits of the planet saw… Watching over their pos