Book of my origin...

I was born in the endless whirl of light.
Seeking the Sun, that my coat of deep red flesh have been hiding from me, guarding me from the harsh reality of nakedness.
Which I knew I would discover some day.
No matter how many days I will have to wait...
...or months , or even years inside the womb of soil.

There was time when my motionless journey through seasons fixed me into contemplating my solitude;
sleeping inside my walls of seed, which were both armor and prison for me.
I was waiting alone inside my shelter, and the small bits of the unseen sky were falling on the roof of my dark home of soil.
But then, the music of rain and hail awoke me from my infinite slumbers.
Arouse my hidden germ and stimulated my unknown will to emerge from the deep of the ground.

The time changed and stretched.
In a short time I became aware of the many things I only known before from the silent whispers of the red skin of my coat.
But I don't have it now...
I never understood where it came from, or what did it became.
The red coat quietly disappeared.

And there I was: a fully grown tree in the midst of the world.

The Sun did finally find me...