i have this theory

i have this theory. it goes something like this. we are endlessly reborn through the archives of history, with the only constant being the evergreen tree at the end of each chapter. i'm enchanted by the lushness of the leaves and the strength of its branches. i remember there was something important I was supposed to spread. but what it is, I can't quite pinpoint. eventually the earnestness of youth leads to the slow decaying of age. i realise i've watched the whole world crumble. i'm 90 years old. its too late. i hide a note at the bottom of the stairs. i see the evergreen tree stand smugly at the end of the novel. i'm enchanted by the lushness of the leaves and the strength of its branches. i'm 9 years old, i see the evergreen tree at the end of the chapter. a lumberjack is ready to bring it to earth. insouciantly i carry on playing, my former 90 year old body clinging on for dear life..