To Talk About Trees

To talk about trees is to talk about old friends. As a child, they watched over me as I slept in my bed, painted on the bedroom walls by my father. The trees had tiny eyes peeking out and elves nestled inside. For some children, this might be scary, but trees are my protectors. I often rode my bike deep into the forest to be amongst the scent of cedar and fir. Surrounded by majestic conifers, I felt safe before anyone told me not to feel this way. The trees carried me high in the sky, sheltering me from sun and wind. They sang to me their stories through whistling leaves and dancing branches. To talk about trees is to talk about life.