Once I had a mother skunk nest in the hollow opening of my trunk, the leaves complained of her smell, it wasn't all bad...that skunk kept tree loggers away who wanted to chop my limbs. You take the bad, you take the good.
Been standing here for a long time I've seen almost everything under the Sun; but the day I saw bubbles float down from the sky was out of this world amazing. They came down chattering and wondering aloud how beautiful this field of wildflowers are and it is where I have stood for the past three hundred years, my oak is strong. I wondered how they were able to keep floating without bursting in mid-air because I have never seen a bubble do that before and there were two of them....so I asked. The bubble told me his name was M.E. and his other bubble friend was Lumy.....M.E. talked his head off! I was so tickled with him. He told me all sorts of things...like he longed to meet the Sun and Moon and wanted to visit the city of Paris....I introduced him to the Moon. Well actually I told him to wait here by the watering well because the Moon shines there every night..it was the least I could do. Who knew the next day would be so bad?
It was just after dawn I felt rumbling in my roots like something big was approaching and sure enough a truck pulled up to the edge of the field, the sign said "Floristry". I knew the three men who descended the truck were there to gather flowers. They had tools and gently began to pull flowers from the earth. Lumy, the other bubble stayed behind to look after the lovely flower Lonna but there was nothing he could do to protect her.
Carefully one of the men dug up the earth around Lonna and placed her in tissue paper. My heart broke in pieces when she moved the tissue paper aside and said to Lumy "All the beautiful flowers are chosen one day". Lumy watched the truck until it was out of sight, I told him she would be a star in a beautiful arrangement or a diamond in a potted plant. He said nothing and slowly drifted into the well. It wasn't until that afternoon when M.E. returned and I told him the story. M.E. had gone into the well after his friend. They darted out so quickly I thought they were being chased but they were laughing so hard; then I knew everything was okay. They stayed on for a few days and then left to go exploring. Lonna, the lovely flower is gone but I know she is where she is supposed to be, making someone happy and I know those bubbles are still floating around because that is what amazing bubbles do.
Sincerely,
Deep Root---The Big Tree in the field of Wildflowers
