If trees could walk, I wonder where they would go to be away from all the people who make their life miserable. On who's lap would they shed a few leafy tears and whom would they laugh along with in merriment. The seasons come and go, nesting and resting a while. I swear you could almost hear them whisper their yearly gossip to the birds. And then to the creepers. And then to the ants who carry them across their nimble backs into the gut of the earth. They take root and bear fruits of love and friendship and warmth. And then we pluck them on this road to nowhere, making ourselves the masters of creatures. Tripping on our way to defeat the other. Laughing all the while at our cleverness. Alas the fallen apple and the last leaf can bear witness to our follies and repeat them next season to the far off trees.
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