A Tree From The Point Of View Of One Of Its Leaves

Photo by Kai Pilger on Unsplash

My tree is the only home I’ve ever known.

I first emerged on her branches in the springtime, when the buzz of the bees played soundtrack through the warmer months. I was just a little bud back then, fluttering about in the soft breeze.

The other buds in my neck of the branches were always ahead of the game when it came to sugar-making. But my tree…