I wasn’t able to upload my project before the deadline, because my computer crashed. The game I was making is based on a poem I came up with while I was brainstorming, and since I'm not sure what else I can put here from my phone, here it is:

Fallen

l never asked where the tree came from.

Not because the topic was touchy or silly or pathetically obvious.

I just never thought to.

Why should I wonder?

All it ever does is stand.

All it ever has or will.

Mighty and constant.

Summer, its great canopy swallowed the blazing sun.

Winter, its black branches courted the overcast skies.

Spring and autumn, its colors danced and pulsed in remembrance.

Even when my mind knew how it had grown,

How its leaves and roots scoured and annexed the skies and earth,

Drowning and devouring its kin in dark and arid emptiness,

In my heart, wood was as inanimate as stone.

I never asked where the tree went.

Not because I didn’t miss it.

I just never thought to.