[ WP ] Write a love story from a third-party perspective of someone who detests love .

I feel their pounds of tiny surfaces first, running - yes that was the word - towards me. Their vibrations up through the grass that embeds me, set my slumber ajar. Knowing these moments would come does not make it any easier to bare, I have to remember the quick, soft, calming presence of a gentle breeze through my fingertips to get me through. Here are they both, these two seedlings, roaring with sounds foreign to my resting bark. But here they are. Their fingertips sliding across my skin, as they go round and around my legs - Be careful, I like my skin intact! 
 
 A deeper slumber I sink into as the cold comes from the levels underneath, but their legs get longer and their pounds heavier. Up and up, they like to step on me, pull on me, up and up - They are bigger, faster, heavier this time than last. Snap - thud. One falls. It's not my fault, please, I am sorry - but no more climbing on me. The other rushes down; cries call through the air. I cringe and wish for silence once again. 
 
 Another taller one is here, she has dug up my dirt, disturbed my slumber! What is this - a tulip? The two are back - always here at the same time. Sit on those tulips! More of that wretched sound! Waking from winter used to be melodic with birds on my arms and worms around my toes. But now - these two, always pounding their feet to me, climbing me, going around and around me with those piercing sounds they make! 
 
 What is that? Quiet - ah, they are quiet for once. Sitting in the setting sun, my hair falling down on them, even their quiet bothers me. My legs want to kick them up! A new sound - hard to hear. Quiet. More of it - as if my hair is wet and sticking to each other in the flapping wind. Come on! These two ca n't find anywhere else to be wet and sticky with each other. Get off my legs! 
 
 Ah - bright lights, so many sounds. So many seedlings! I hear things I once knew. Let me think. *Smile! * Clicking noises - I hear them. Go away! Bedding down into the deep sleep needs **quiet! ** More of that sound - *laughter*. If only, my legs moved faster, I'd shut one of them up. Please, leave the old lumber to rest for she is spent into too many summers, too many autumns, and too many families. 
 
 More tulips - oh how I hate those damn things. And look - those specific two, taller, older. How long have I been asleep this time? They sit on me, as if it was years ago and they were smaller. At least the climbing stopped but their laughing sounds have n't. If only they could hear my barking, gnawing at my insides, begging for them to go away. Ow - that is your knee in my dirt! This is my dirt, go find your own to kneel in. A squeal - I swear that sounded like the screech owl I house, giving birth. How long can I beg for quiet? Something glints on my skin from her hand, irritating me to no end. My bark is delicate! Ca n't you see how old I am? 
 
 Ah - the cavernous solitude of winter is upon my arms again and I could n't be happier. The humming of my earth is gentle upon my old weary soul - wait, what are you doing? Are those *wooden* chairs? With more *people* coming to sit in them! The spikes on the ladies feet can not go deeper into the earth than my screams. Is that more wood an older seedling is picking at? Vibrations through the air that hit me wave after wave, could have been melodic once upon a time - but the nerve of it renders anything I feel morally unjust! Oh great - here are those two again, wet and sticking to each other. Barking my loudest, they finally recede and I am left alone once again. 
 
 Slumbers and re-awakenings pass and my natural rhythm begins to mend my ruffled soul. More fingers shed and regrown, more owls bored within my holes. Sweet suckling from my underneath layers nurtures my growing arms, legs, and toes just a little bit more each year and I am at peace. 
 
 *^^^thud. ^^thud ^thud* 
 
 Is that what I think it is?
