Conversation with Trees

I will visit the tree.

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The understanding that Everything is conditional to the proportions of the universe’s effect on everything else simultaneously and consequently. The Jacaranda that is perched on the green grass, finds itself in such a predicament and expresses its surprise in a purple exclamation. It can never be the apple tree.

The guardian stands tall watching over the landscaped green sea as the grass tickles its feet, blue skies lifts its reach, leering the ridge edge for the best city panoramic view. The creatures below do not realize where they are there. Thinking it all ends at the edge the green grass forest. They call it. Home. But the tree sees. the tree knows.

And so it continues …