My Memory Jar

A continuous splashing fills the river's bank. Small frogs stir in the murky waters. She maintains her balance as she cautiously slides down the tree. No ordinary tree, not at all.A tree that has grown, its whole life, crooked, connecting two diminutive cliffs. She reaches her spot and sits, watching the waterfall. She closes her eyes and frees her mind from the negativity that often possess her thoughts.