I remember you guys in winter.
You had lost all your leaves. Bare and bereft. Quiet, silent, sullen, withdrawn.
I walked among you, telling you I’m worried, I’m afraid, I don’t know what to do. And there was space. For me to spill my worries. For you to listen.
But it’s summer now.
It’s noisy. Your leaves are swishing in the wind, the bees are buzzing, the birds are loudly chirping. All this incredible activity. And there’s no space anymore. You are absorbed, you are busy with life.
It’s as it should be.