The moss wraps around the tree. My arms wrap around you. I was once a tree. Once slender and tall. Once mighty and strong.
I am therefore I am. Are you?
You were like the leaf. Red and yellow in fall hoping for the green of spring that you’ll never be again. I pluck you from a branch and you snap.
I am a tree in the story of the forest. You are a leaf in the story of the tree. You and me.
We both fall down. You from my hand and me from well, time I suppose.
Can you remember walking through the trees? Can you remember falling in the leaves?
These woods know my name. They echo and creek. I make the sound of a wolf and you hide behind me.
We laugh more in the woods. You say my name like the wind rushing through. Me and you.
I will never depart.
I will never run and hide.
I will never lose you.
What will you never?
