I saw trees.
Green plants that shot off into the sky. I used to lay down at the base of these things and look up towards the tops of them. They were fascinating things, these trees. I rather enjoyed them.
Try as I might, I cannot see them anymore. They don't exist. Not even in my dreams do they exist. It's really quite a sad thing. It's one of the things that makes me frown from time to time.
Of course, I saw other things as well, but it was probably the trees that I miss the most. They were perhaps the very soul of this planet's ecology. I heard... or remembered... that they provided the world with a breathable atmosphere. How very nice of the trees.
As it turned out, there was no real need for them. They were, in point of fact, in this world just for show. They were only there as a means to make the many people here happy. But without the people, there's really no reason for the trees.
And besides, I have things here that are every bit as good as trees. I have friends. The trees were never really my friends. They were just pretty things that made oxygen. What do I need with that today?
All I need are friends. That's all.
Also while I've been having this quaint little discussion, I have noticed that you've been listening, Buddy. I don't mind it. You've been listening a lot to what I've been thinking and the things I've been saying. That's perfectly fine. I rather enjoy your company anyhow. We don't spend quite as much time together as I'd prefer. Tune in as much as you like. In fact, I would really like it if you'd just stop by.
Of all the friends I'd ever wanted to make, I'd prefer it be you. You are, after all, so very interesting. I'd even go so far as to say that you are far more interesting than I am. I like you. And since you seem to be listening to me, I can only assume you like me too.
No strings.
You can stop by anytime you like. We can talk about the trees, friend.
The trees, like anything in Creation, mean nothing without friends. Talking about them is what makes them interesting... but only if someone is listening.
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