Imagine if we lived in a world without color, without people, emotion or even life itself. Is there such a place where even in the darkest of times there is hope buried underneath the depths of destruction? This is how my planet began. Barren, untouched by man, lost in time, colorless, a wasted world filled with false hope. Or is it false after all? It all started with a single seed that fell from the boundless earth it grew into the arms of the soil until it covered the desolate skies and grasped the void of darkness, stretching its limbs further and farther out into the abyss of black and white. Underneath this tree there is no light from the arms that hold so tight. And the dying leaves that sway from the breath their shadows play. The tree grows lonely with each passing day. Watching and waiting for something to say. Mother Nature has no bounds; this tree will never ever fall down. The water comes not very long, but has made this giant stay so strong. The colorless raindrops fall washing the tree cleansing the roots that drink greedily. The roots that wind and twist in the soil are deeply aware of the brewing turmoil, the chaos that no one can see-not even the tree-for there is a disturbance in the blackened sky. A flash, a light-will this tree die? The fearful ground starts to crumble and a spark ignites. The tree struggles, the light rips through the darkness and it cracks into the tree’s now wounded flesh. Forever shrouded in mystery now exposed to find only the truth, the tree splits open. The hidden meaning this tree has kept has at last been brought to life. Within these barricaded walls lies a gift, a miracle that was yearning to awaken. An array of light and colors of all shades suddenly flood the sky and stir the disturbing ground underneath. The mighty tree’s leaves rise and energy flows through their veins, the outer shell, though broken lies with a purpose: Colors the planet is reborn as bringing forth a new world in which there is color and imagination, a world where life is your paintbrush and you are the artist. In this world once swallowed in darkness you can only remember to turn on the light. This was how my life began I am the tree, the life of man.