When the apple fell from the tree and rolled toward the mountain stream, my neighbor and I were exposed on our limb. Fearful of being alone, I began to feel the warmth from the glowing light in the sky. Basking in it allowed my color to change into a brilliant gold. I loved my new color. My neighbor even looked like me.
My joy was ripped from me by a wild wind that brought clouds to chase the warmth away. Twisting and turning I tried to hang on against the wind’s fury. My neighbor blew away without saying goodbye. Alone, I hung on for dear life to the only thing I’d ever known.
I lost the battle and was torn away and thrown into wild somersaults. Landing in the stream with a splash, I lay all wet, and moved constantly.
With a rush I was thrown into the air. I floated into a churning pool that tossed me upside down, threw me around, then back into the churning pool again. Spinning in the pool I became dizzy and prayed for relief. My prayer was answered as a strong flow pulled me up onto a huge glistening round mound.
But it wasn’t safe. A sheet of water threw me over the edge, and I went down, down, and down again into a swirling pool. I was covered and couldn’t see. The swirls spun me around some more and pulled me backwards away from the swirling pool. I floated quietly and had time to catch my breath and calm my dizzy head. It was over. Oh, what a relief, I thought
Suddenly I was grabbed and held tight against a brown wall with green blades hanging over the edge like they were watching me. The stream slapped me against the wall, lifting me up and then letting me fall. It wasn’t as bad as the churning pool, but I didn’t know how to get away.
Whatever grabbed and held me went away from the brown wall, taking me with it. I was released and couldn’t feel it anymore. I wasn’t as worn out as before, so I just enjoyed the quietness as I floated peacefully.
Without warning I began to spin slowly in a circle. It was different, but not frightening. That is until I started spinning faster. Then faster in tighter circles that made a funnel. The littlest circle swallowed me up, pulled me way down, then let me loose to float up to the surface again.
I was dizzy. I hoped for rest but got bounced up and down over small mounds. It felt like that angry wind tossing me around again. I was getting exhausted.
When rocks replaced the dark brown walls and the bright light returned, I was floating again. Soaking in the bright light’s warmth, I soon regained my strength.
What an adventure. How could I have ever know how exciting my life could be, clinging to that tree.