Warnings:
-This writer's crappy attempt at angst.
-This writer's crappy attempt at writing anything.
-A heck of a lot of symbolism.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, or anything related to Naruto, cept for my Konoha forehead protector. Steal it and I will personally chase you down with my SPORK.
Field
A scarecrow, worn and battered from years of service.
Forever looking over a field of plants, until the day he cannot anymore.
To him, everything is monotone, and nothing ever changes. The plants are green, but all succumb to the harshness of winter.
There were trees planted with him that survived through the harshness of the winters.
But they were chopped down and taken away.
Then one spring, another tree was planted.
It was a small tree, all flowering and pink, and planted right next to him.
The scarecrow watched it grow, through the seasons, saw it survive winters, and even became attached to it.
For once, not everything was monotone. His life then had the delight of the pink tree, the Sakura.
But happiness could not last forever he found.
One winter, the Sakura was chopped down and taken away.
Just like all the other trees.
And once again, the scarecrow was alone, forever looking over a field of plants until the day he cannot anymore.
A/N: Review? Yes to criticsm, but flames will be used to torch future flamers.
Yes, I know the story was longer than 100 words. (173 words is close enough.)