Tree

You know what I love doing? Watching trees. They're so calming to look upon. Maybe because of their green leaves. No one knows. You know what else is fascinating? The way that they can change through the seasons. I like to look at the tree, especially when there is a light breeze whispering through the gentle leaves. Sometimes I'll close my eyes and just breathe in the wonderment of it. Then one by one the leaves will change colors and the breeze will become more rough. Eventually the leaves will start cascading off the lonely branches. I watch, but there's no point in trying to catch the leaves. They will fall where they will. In the end, the tree stands alone. It looks so weak bending underneath the snow. What will happen?

The obvious answer is that the season will change once again, and the tree will regain its leaves and be as mighty as ever. But how do you know? What's to say that the tree won't snap under the pressure from the snow. What's to say that some beaver won't come along and chew the tree out until it breaks. You don't know. And I don't know.