I sit in the shadows beside the conservitive tree. My head peaks into the light. I think about him as my only friend right now. As the wind, my father, reminds me of our presence, I feel rusled like the branchs I hear move, but comforted to be reminded of family. The earth needs the soothing the wind provides. They know each other. The wind knows her more. He travels as she waits. He moves. He dances around her. She is still in love. Love moves as he comands it. Forever. I am my roots.
