The warm sunshine broke through the leaves and onto the green grass, two people sat under the foliage enjoying the peace. One was a boy with a strange set of amethyst eyes, the other was a girl with long brown hair. The boy had a listless look on his face, the world was just shapes and colors. The boy got up and exited the shade the tree gave, he decided that the silence should be broken.
"I wonder why humans like to consume so much?"
The girl was hesitant to talk about such a melancholy subject, but she gave her reply.
"Because they design things to be thrown away, because they always need more."
The boy seemed happy that a conversation has started.
"True, but that is barely scratching the surface."
The boy sighed as he went back into the shade of the tree, and the girl was creating a crown out of some flowers nearby. Silence ensued, the two sat there for a while thinking. A northwesterly breeze rustled the branches of ash they were under, and the sparse clouds lazily moved across the blue sky. The girl became curious of who the boy was, and stopped the quiet with a question.
"Where are you from?"
The boy was not surprised at the inquisitiveness the girl showed, and told his story.
"I was born near apple trees, I was instantly discarded to fend for myself. No one helped me, some couldn't even see me. I have gone from tree to tree, and that's how I came across you."
The girl wasn't too surprised at the boy's abominable life, but she too shared a dismal tale.
"I was born near a yew, my family sold me. I easily escaped, and that's how I got here. This ash has been good to me but, humans will destroy it soon."
The boy knew the girls pain, they could already hear the humans getting ready to destroy the place.
"Yew, would you like to accompany me?"
The girl's face brightened up at the request, and replied.
"That would be nice, we better get moving apple."
The boy lent his hand and helped the girl up, they then gave their goodbyes to the ash. They both started a journey to the next tree, on the way they spread seeds into the wind and shared their journey as some of the last of their race. The two tree children became best friends, journeying and joking about the boy being more like a flower than an apple tree.
(sometimes I think up incomplete things...)