Day 2-The Ivory Tree

I walked through the forest, a place that is like a second home to me. Its inhabitants more like family than the creatures they really are. I grew up in these woods my father and I walked them for hours a day and I was as familiar with them as I am with my own convictions. So It came to a surprise to me that day in late September when I came across a tree whose very nature seems to confound even me. It was a tree unlike any I have ever seen, it was surrounded by nothing but dirt one hundred feet in any direction the dirt made a perfect circle almost like a force that kept all living things but the tree outside of its confines. Its bark was whiter than the whitest ivory and when I touched it it was as smooth as glass. I also noticed that even though it was raining the tree and the dirt around it remained bone dry. It was as if the rain would fall down and just cease to exist before it struck the ground or the tree. Naturally the scientist within me took hold and I felt the need to investigate even further. I noticed the roots, unlike most trees this tree had roots that reached not only underground but also above ground. Like a network of veins or the strands in a spiders web.I took out my pocket knife to try to cut a piece of the tree off for further study when I returned home. As soon as the small blade touched the tree all I saw was blackness there was no feeling there was nothing but darkness. I awoke three days later with what the doctors called pneumonia, in a hospital bed. Apparently I was found by two hunters face down in the middle of a field, who took me back and pretty much saved my life. All I could think about was the tree I thought about it during my days and at night when I would try to sleep it was all I would see. I tried finding it again to maybe gain some more answers but all thats left is a field full of vegetation where just dirt was before. Maybe I have lost my mind or maybe I saw something that I wasn't supposed on that day. Who's to know what really happened all I know is that the memory of that tree is still with me. It still consumes most of my thoughts and is a constant visitor within my dreams. I see it and it calls to me but try as I might I can not nor will I ever find it again.