My house came with this beautiful Japanese maple. I happen to have the same kind in a pot.
So I imagined a conversation those two could have:
Big Tree (BT): Where did you come from? You sort of look like me.
Little Tree(LT): I'm not sure. Somebody put me on this big dark thing and it started moving. Then it stopped, and here I am.
BT: Why are your feet in this thing? Why are you so small? What do you mean it started moving?
LT: All those questions! I'm just a tree like you.
BT: You're right. Let's grow old together.
Willa (5/1/1997-3/17/2018)
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