There I stood in an Icy wasteland of nothingness, My Kingdom was in ruins My mind has fallen apart, My being is in Pieces, Everything I had worked for gone.
I had raised this land from nothing, When I first arrived it was but a desert I had planted the first tree, Watered and fertilized it, Taken care of it and sheltered it, It grew big and prosperous it had given me many a fruit, A fruit of labour.
I had attracted the first animal to My kingdom with the fruit from my tree, That tree was the center of My kingdom, That tree was always there and it always will be.
I stand here now in THIS wasteland and as I remember all the hardships and storms that this tree and I have survived I look up at it, It's leaves green as ever, the trunk unscathed by the ravages of war, as I die I look at this tree and raise my hand one last time I had wished to eat the fruit of my tree but as my time comes I will no longer be here for my tree, This tree had been there always, Always it will be here.
I run my hand against this strong willed being of my labour this tree was once a seed that came from a fruit of another mans labour and so the cycle will continue, When I had found this seed there was an old man by a dying tree "My Kingdom" He had been hopelessly repeating "My tree, My fruit, Our fruit" He had told me, "Take upon yourself this fruit and replant its seed, Care for the sprout And fruit it will bear rich with nutrients and ripe with flavor it will be the fruit of your labour" I had accepted the fruit of his labour knowing of the consequences I had raised this once dead land into a prosperous forest then into my Kingdom.
I now lie here remembering the past remanicing the times me and this tree have had.
I reach up and pluck the last fruit from this dying tree and with my last breath I scrawl on this paper "Are you ready?, For the Fruit is rich with nutrients and Ripe with flavor, The price is great but with hard labour the sweat of your brow you too can be a king, Take my fruit and plant it in the purest of lands care for it and raise it stay by its side and you too will be King"
I reread my message approvingly and put my fruit atop it, With this I leave my Wasteland, My forest, My Kingdom, My tree.