This Week’s Theme: Write about a Tree.

I’ve known you almost your whole life. When my children were first walking, I brought them to this playground. That’s when I first met you. The wind would knock you around, but that didn’t bother you, no, not at all. The kids would even play with you. I would have to warn them "be gentle!", "don’t hurt" and other cries to keep you safe.

Then they grew and we visited more and more. As they climbed the slides and learned how to pump the swings, you watched them, and I watched you. The orbit of the earth around the sun can’t be stopped and neither can young things growing. The playground became less of an attraction as they grew. We would come by for soccer games and to grab a snack off the ice cream truck. You had gotten bigger, but it was as if we grew apart.

Today is just for us. You’re now a full grown tree, not the little sapling I first met. I sit under your shade with my notebook. I watch the little children on the playground as the wind blows my hair, and your leaves. We’re both older now, but I think we are finally at the age where we can get to know each other better.