The Man In The Tree
The great Oak stood proudly silent before her, no motion to its solid bark now. The breeze lifted its leaves gently but no words were whispered. It was just a tree, and tree’s don’t move around or speak, they are simply trees. Claire decided that she must have been dreaming and somehow walked down to the bottom of the garden, deep in her slumber of walking, talking trees.
Part of a story I am currently working on teehee :)