It’s a little early

Like branches reaching out. You watch my leaves change over the year. While birds, squirrels, and caterpillers live in me, by me, with me. You see my exterior, my defenses, my protection, my ageing, my shading and my colors. You don’t see the rings that make me up inside. How many did you grow…? Where did my seed come from? How did it get planted here? The storms occasionally break my branches and a few of my rings are exposed for anything or anyone to see. Caterpillers turn into butterflies. Baby birds take flight. I don’t know what squirrels do. I’m here waiting. Don’t worry I still need you. I still need the sun so you can breathe.

Billions of orange dots

The fuzzy vibrations when my eyes are closed. Like an empty screen. Like the pitch black sky when a dim amber light is near by. Maybe all the colors are there. I press my hand on the wall. I imagine you being on the other side.