How The Fir Tree Came To Be

by sugarcoatedprincess

This is an attempt at an old style origin story – like Rudyard Kiplings “How The Leopard Got His Spots” – but it’s similar in theme alone.

I’ve always seen fir trees as dark foreboding things and so decided it would be a good point to draw a fantastical poem from. I hope it is as enjoyable to read as it was to write.

There were two trees in the valley,
The Oak and the Birch.
The Oak stood strong and proud,
The Birch preened itself and spoke:
“Why,” swayed she “I am one to behold.”
“Why,” creaked the Oak “It cannot be told,
How foolish you are. My strength matters more”,
“Oh no no no,” rustled the Birch “strength makes you poor,
Beauty as alike to mine can only bring riches.”
“My dear, you are only rich in minerals.”

Two trees bickered in the valley,
The Oak and the Birch.
The Oak swayed proudly in strength,
The Birch whipped and wept for beauty.
Soon the sun swept South, “Stop.” spoke Oak,
“You have left welts, but we are kin-folk.
To shout in this way belittles our race.
Come, let us create a sapling with our shared face.”
“Gleeful do I take to this plan you have created,
We shall have a shared tree; with both strength and beauty.”

The Wind rushed through the valley,
And witnessed the birth,
Of a Fir to the Birch,
With the Oak gazing proudly.
“In your pride you have made a fall,
So in pride and dark shall be his all.
Fir shall have beauty and be strong in bough,
Winter never harm him, but he’ll be alone from now!”
This was the Winds curse upon Fir: king of dark forests,
He would have a lonely rule, surrounded by no friend.