He sat there. Not because that is what he wanted to do but because that was all he knew how to do. Sit there and watch. He had watched many come and go in the field where he was. He remembered when he first got here, how it felt to feel the sun on him, warming him and helping him to grow.
As the days grew shorter and the temperatures started falling, he remembers looking around and seeing many like him. Then, one day, people started coming and little by little, their numbers depleted. He watched the others get carried away and still he sat there.
He wondered where the others had gone and what was to become of them. He had heard the squeals of laughter and the sounds of children as they ran about the field. The sounds of joy when they had found what they were looking for. He had wondered where they had all come from. The wagons had brought them in by large groups. And before where he had seen a field of color, he was slowly starting to see a bareness.
The groups of people coming and going had started to slow down and when he looked around him now, he really had to search for the familiar shapes. He started to feel very lonely. Every day that had passed, he found it harder and harder to find a kindred soul. And then, one day, he couldn’t see any.
He was so lonely and he didn’t know what he should do or what he even could do. He still heard the sounds of the people coming and going but they were in much smaller numbers now. He felt all alone and then one day, he heard something.
“I want this one! This one is perfect!” came the sound of a delighted child as she reached down to pick him up.
All of the sudden, he was filled with happiness and his loneliness went away. He knew where the others had gone and what his purpose was.