I am one of the trees.

I am one of the trees.
I am giggling in green, vivid orange and warm red and the wind is tickling.
I am a ticklish tree with funny squirrels running over my head and telling me their stories.
Sometimes I am a shelter against the rain for all the ones that need a time off. I am a pillar and a roof, I grow my roots relentlessly and I will bloom in every shades of sun.
I will stretch to the sky and grow up to him because I can, I am a big tall tree.
I am here to be a hundred and I will live remembering all the broken branches, all the torn leaves — and I will love them deeply, wherever they are, wether they come back or not, because I do care.
Only humans can hurt me — carelessly — but I don’t mind them, they seem so lost in their big foggy reality, so helpless.
Not knowing their path, crumbling all over earth.
