whispers secrets as the winds pass by. ‘Tell me where you have been?’ asks the tree of the wind. ‘Tell me what you have seen? For I have roots that tie me to the earth and I must stand forever here.’ And the wind whispers back ‘I never stay. I blow away. Away today. Away, I say. Away. Away.’ And the tree cries out ‘I want to go with you. I don’t want to stand here, alone and sad. I want to go with you. You seem so glad.’
