“I have made here a little world of houses. I have planted the trees around it. I have imagined the sky and the rain and the gentle winds. I have dreamed up the seasons. And now I’ll call forth the spring. The trees are growing into leaves. It is nice and beautiful and comfortable in this quiet little town. There are people walking down the street. The trees grow silently along the way. The trees are different. The trees have different kinds of bark on their trunks.”
