This is part of Kat Myrman‘s of Like Murcury Colliding , Twittering Tales Challenge.
The Tree
Deep in the woods she sat and wept. Tears fell hitting the ground and rolling away. She felt deserted her greenery and limbs shook.
They say the apple does not fall far from the tree. That maybe but gone it was and she was alone. She fell, no one heard. Yet all her sisters wept.