Tree

A mighty oak and I with the white clouds blowing over us up there on the hillside when the sun came out. My hand pressed against the bark as I looked up into the high branches. I see sunlight streaming down through holes in the leaves. The gypsy moth caterpillars are on the move. 

I see you've got your troubles too. I thought about that for a while and just kept my hand on its bark. Can you take some of this from me? And I'll try to take some of yours from you? 

I closed my eyes and breathed evenly. We inhaled each other's out breaths and were nourished by them. We breathed three breaths together. Reciprocity.