Tree Tale

It’s winter now. I wonder where you would be.

I still remember that evening in the spring when you moved into me. I was green and full. You chose me out of everyone here. You slept in my arms every night as I looked after you ethereally. You flew out with the morning sun and I spent all day waiting for you to return. I have no count of the days we spent together, but I always saw the winter coming.

One morning a golden sun came by and I watched your wings spread through that winter wind. The last I saw of you was a silhouette outlined in shimmering gold.

I shed myself like tears that season.

I still have your home safe in me. I keep hoping that you’d fly back to me someday, when the sun shines gold, and call me home again.

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