I sat down with her. I leaned against her. I rested my head on her.
“You’re the most beautiful thing on the planet.”
She stood still; no response came.
“What’s it like, to be so great; so beautiful; so goddam amazing?”
She stood still; no response came.
“Why aren’t there more like you?”
She stood still; no response came.
“My life would be terrible without you.”
She stood still; no response came.
I ate silently. “This is delicious. How on earth can you make this?”
She stood still; no response came.
“I’ve had a great time. I’ll return with the robins, making nests in your elegant branches.”
I lay the apple core at her roots, gave her one last hug, and walked away.
She stood still; no response came.