The Vulcan Mind Meld

 

I placed my hand on the Oak tree, very cognizant of finger placement, for I was performing a Vulcan mind meld.  A sudden flood of images filled my thoughts.  Waves of pain and confusion passed through me, along with small spikes of fear.

I became very aware of my inner fibers and leaves.  I could feel the wind as well as the heat of the Sun.  This tree was a living thing with an awareness and feelings.  It has watched a parade of humans pass by.  It has seen how they take their mobility for granted.  It has watched as friends and family members were taken and used to build boats, cabins and simply used for firewood.

It was showing me a timeline of changes, wars and fires, as well as years of solitude, with nothing but deer and forest creatures.  A series of birds making there home in it’s branches.  Storms, with lightening that was way too close.

It seemed concerned about its purpose.  Why was it here and how did it get here?  There was a strong feeling of helplessness, almost a sadness.  It had no recollection of ever being an acorn, and now it was like it was asking me the questions.  What was I doing and how was I doing it?  It was attempting to see my thoughts like I was seeing his.  I expect it could see events but there was an obvious language barrier.  It had to be mostly gibberish. 

He kept returning to an image of Winnie the Pooh.  A story I had read about a bear and honey and he seemed to like the imagery.  It was gentle and appeared to make him more calm.  I asked him what he like least about being a tree.  He didn't even hesitate.  "Woodpeckers".