An unfinished journey

The sun shone brightly on the tree in the wood. She ran quickly...silently...through the dark, damp maze of forest, desperate to reach it's outermost branches before the warmth of the sun faded to cool dampness. She did not know that on this tree...in this wood...the sun always shone. So she pressed on, like so many times before; longing for the warm, solid ground at the base of the tree, that alluded her everywhere but there.