Time Spent With my Friends

I love the woods in my backyard. I know it intimately. There are 782 trees. I’ve named them all. There’s Tilda. She’s an oak sapling. Next to her is Tex. He’s an older birch. Twenty feet away is Rifki. She’s a massive redwood.

Sometimes the wind blows by and picks up their whispers and delivers them to me. I heard Dahlia, an apple tree say, “Sometimes I watch you walk by and think, ‘it’s so weird that he doesn’t have roots.'”