“This tree has green edges,” he said. “It stands here, pointing up, up, up to the sky. It 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.’ Oh, well...”
