User blog:Nanepul/The Crying Tree

Along a forest i biked one day ,

i heard some crying and rode away.

The next day i heard the sound again,

and nealy fled until when,

i heard a whisper in the air.

"help..." was what was in the breeze,

and its empty tone caused me to freeze.

I thought for a minute 'bout what to do,

leave right then or help the who,

who asked for help. My fear had grew.

I flipped a coin, my fate was sealed,

to help the voice who needed healed.

I sat my bike carefully down on the ground,

as my heartbeat began to pound.

Into the woods i did proceed,

to commit a helpful deed.

When i was surrounded by the trees and brush,

my blood i felt began to rush.

I whimpered and called out "Whos there!?!"

and on my neck i felt the risen hair.

The voice called out and said "help me..."

and i replied quite quietly,

"Where are you sir or madam i must know,

so to your aid i can go?"

I waited for the voice's reply

and i feared that i might die.

The voice the spoke "well you see,

i am near the crying tree."

My mind raced as i spoke ,

"the thing you said, is it a joke?"

I breathed heavy as i roamed ,

until i saw a small tree that groaned.

i swallowed hard and thought aloud,

"i see the tree but not the voice who whimpered as a hound"

All of a sudden my legs were stuck

and i could tell i was out of luck.

the voice then spoke with a evil tone

"you see i needed flesh and needed bone,

and now im left in this woods no more."

i tried to speak until wooden tendrils began to bore,

into my body and then my head,

i tried to escape but felt like lead.

i looked real quick while my eyes were still good ,

and realized i  turned to wood.

i now stay here all my days ,

as the seasons all haze away

i would leave this forest, and i did try,

but all im left to do is cry.

'based off the irrational fear of getting lost in the woods/getting absorbed by nature.'