A Tree Wondering How To Be

A quiet breeze brushed through my hair and between my ears. Nothing made sense, but everything was perfect.

Who was it that chose this view for me?

It’s getting colder and it seems all the green is beginning to go away. I noticed the leaves from two adjacent trees kiss with every breath of wind.

There are moments their branches almost hug one another, but the roots that nest them must have been burdened by distance at birth.

A part of me I wishes the branches would latch on a while longer.

Perhaps these trees will never marry, but the contact alone gives them a reason to grow.