Different

A story I once heard. Of a tree that grew on a desert. Unbelievable, right? Seemingly impossible. Yet this tree thrived, it made the place outcasted. But then how can something so alive and vibrant grow in a place so dull? It didn't belong there—it never did. The color it brought wasn't a sign of hope, it was unnerving. It didn't look beautiful, didn't bloom in ones vision; it intruded. Life has no place in the soil that forgot how to feel. That's why everyone made theories and experiments. Saying it was God's plant or magic had planted it. They made these because it was unnatural. Things like that weren't suppose to happen. Positive possible results comes with criticism. And it was not that I've heard of it. For it was my story. And no one wanted to listen.