This is a little something i wrote at the time, before i even knew what i was feeling.

“The trees are happy today,” said the orange car to the purple car.

“But the birds are sad,” the purple car said.

“It rained today,” said the orange car.

“I know,” said the purple car, “that’s why the birds are sad.”

“But the trees were inside when it happened so they didn’t notice,” said the orange car.

The clouds scuttled across the sky. They saw the trees and the birds but they knew not. They cared not.

“I like him,” said the blue heron to her friends. She was referring of course to the oak tree.

“I like him too,” thought the loon, but she spoke not. The penguin looked in the mirror.

The clouds went home to the planets and stars. The big gray cloud shot some lightening at the trees and the birds and then he went home too.

The rose, the daisy, and the sunflower took a breather, They spoke nor thought of the trees and birds, but only of the other flowers. The rose looked in the mirror. The daisy didn’t dare and the sunflower didn’t care.

The loon breathed a deep sigh and didn’t smile, but the heron, the penguin, the cardinal, the robin, and the canary didn’t notice, or didn’t care.

The blue heron and the robin stopped and perched near the oak tree for a few moments but he barely noticed. The loon walked slowly by and the oak tree looked after her but said nothing.

Meanwhile, the oak tree and the beech tree grew closer together, their branches entwining. The pear tree stood on the oak’s other side waiting.

The willow moved slowly away crying slightly, but not admitting it.

The purple car and the orange car drove off in different directions. They hardly ever meet in the same place any more.