It’s Only a Tree
Sep 2, 2018 · 5 min read

I live in a neighborhood with big houses and beautifully manicured lawns. It’s quiet here except for occasional airplanes that can be heard overhead. People in my neighborhood are friendly and I often wave to them as I pass by on my way to school, or the baseball field, or as I’m heading off to church. I rarely speak to my neighbors. I’m not really sure why. I guess it’s because I’m busy doing my thing and so are they.


