The Seedling
A Life Vignette
By Bill Poindexter
A story inspired by Iohan,(YoHan), the bike wanderer and a man with kind dark eyes.
Far away, long ago, there was a man who traveled the Earth on his bicycle and his name was Iohan. He was of average height, had dark hair and dark eyes that looked very kind. All he wanted to do was explore the Earth and see what it was like from atop a bike.
To earn a living he took odd jobs, one of the jobs was planting trees in an area where old trees had been cut down. He said he enjoyed planting trees in the summer. He would walk all over the National Forest planting seedlings to fund his bicycling adventures. One of the seedlings grew into a fine, very tall tree.
The young tree grew and grew. Enjoying the fresh mountain air in which it lived, loving the mild summers, colorful autumns, fresh new springs and even its harsh cold winters when it mostly slept. Even relished playing with the wind, feeling the sun, and drinking the life-giving rains, and it never felt alone as there were many birds and insects, and squirrels which made their home on the tree. The tree was very happy.
One day the tree was cut down and it was sad and scared. But the tree had a soul that was spread throughout its trunk, limbs, branches, roots and the tree, no matter where it was, always had a connection to the Earth for the tree had roots underground into the soul of the Earth and the tree would always be a part of the Earth, forever.
The tree was turned into many things: paper and pencils for school children, comfortable chairs, a table or two, a park bench, and finally some paper that was placed into blank journals. It liked the park bench best because it felt loved as people would sit and talk on it and eat their lunches, children would climb all over it, pets slept next to it, and sometimes at night someone might even sleep on it. All was wonderful.
But the tree had no water since it was not in the ground and it became old and brittle and there was a crack in one of its legs. One day it was removed from the park and placed in a small shed. The tree became very lonely for there was no one around besides the spiders and their webs, and the sparrows that lived in the rafters and the mice that lived underneath the floor.
One day the door to the shed opened and an old man, with gray hair and a beard came in and sat on the bench that was the tree. The tree was happy. The man slowly ran his hand all over the tree to see if there were any breaks in the legs as the tree had been without water, except from rain for many years. The tree felt the touch of the man and remembered the side of the mountain from which it came, and the man, Iohan, who planted the seedling, who was now the tree.
“Hello my old friend!” The old man with kind eyes said with a soft gentle voice.
“I am glad you are here. I will fix your leg and replenish your wood with some natural oils from the Earth so as to give you strength.”
The old man and the tree worked together over the next week. Every day the man would come by in the evening and sand off the old stain, fix the break, and apply the new coats of refreshing oils for the tree. The tree was very happy and felt loved.
The tree, one day, was taken to the man’s cabin, on the side of a mountain, and placed on the front porch. It was a good place to go as now the tree was in the woods again; with clean air, other trees, and all sorts of critters to watch as it sat on the porch.
Over the years the tree grew to love the cabin and the old man, with kind eyes, who gave it a life again. It had been so lonely in the shed, unwanted, rotting away. But now the tree was happy again.
Everyday the man would ride his bicycle to town and every night he would ride his bicycle home. But one day he did not come home. He was an old man, and old men die. The man had been very kind to the tree, the tree was sad.
Then the tree had a new friend who bought the cabin. The new owner, a young woman, a writer, whom, everyday sat on the tree, on the front porch and wrote stories about what she could see from the porch and then would read the stories aloud, to see how they sounded and would rewrite them over and over, then read aloud until she was satisfied. The tree liked the stories and was very happy again.
One day the woman brought out a dusty old box which had been the old mans, and on top of the box there was a note:
“These are blank journals which came from a tree I planted many years ago when I was a young man. I followed the life of the tree and was there when the tree was cut down and the wood harvested. Some of it was made into paper- these journals here and a bench, the same bench on my front porch of my cabin on the side of a mountain, the same mountain I planted the seedling on that became the tree. If you find these please write about what you see for the tree energy is the bench and on the pages and the tree will take you back to the Earth if you are lost, its energy, and mine will always be alive.”
Time moved on and the tree and woman enjoyed their time together. But as with all things, change came about and the woman grew old. But the tree is still there on the porch.
I write this, from paper, on one of the journals Iohan had saved. It was in a box I found that was my mothers, who had lived on the side of a mountain, and who was a writer, who sat on a bench, that was once a seedling, planted by a young man with dark hair and kind dark eyes named Iohan who traveled the world by bicycle until he satisfied his wanderlust and just wanted to sit on the porch and feel the good Earth and be with the tree, his friend, the seedling.
The End
Authors note: This story was written by the author in the early morning hours and is based on a man he knew named Iohan, who traveled the world atop a bicycle and brought much hope that humanity and the Earth was alive and well. The author wrote the story for Iohan, but sadly Iohan passed away before it was shared. Iohan’s positive energy is in our Universe.
Author:
Bill Poindexter is a writer and Cheesemaker from Kansas City, Missouri. Known for his poetry and short stories about his travels by bicycle in the US, Mexico and Canada. He lives the highly evolved lifestyle of being completely car-free, choosing to bike and walk for all his transportation needs. Bill teaches people how to travel by bicycle and is the author of Bikepacking School.
Go to wholeearthguide.blogspot.com to find out more about Bill Poindexter and read about his current adventures.