"One Day There Was A Tree."

"What happened here? What's this I feel? A tree? But how; why?" Never had he heard of such a thing being possible, and certainly never thought it'd occur to him of all people.

It's the big things that's trivial, and the little things that's unique.

On top of the tree was a flower, the only flower on the tree. It had the darkest purple color you've ever seen, in fact, such a color never existed before this flower sprung out on top of the tree.

You don't know what you have before it's gone, and by then, it's too late.

He had gone to bed the night before like he always did, nothing was different from any other night, except for the waking in the morning finding a tree.

The man didn't know what to do...

His life was a mess before the "event" occurred; his wife had just left him, they'd been married for less then a year. He lost his job too. Everything was crumbling beneath him, and he did nothing to stop it. There wasn't anything to do. He started drinking.

The busy bee has no time for sorrows.

Suddenly the tree started to grow even larger. He could feel it's roots hugging his brain; a feeling unlike any other. Leaves turned brown and feel off. Soon all the leaves were gone. Nothing, but the flower un the top was left.

...

Two hours later he was found dead. The tree sawed off at the root; at his scalp.