My gardener, here you come again. I am a tiny tree kissing and singing as my leaves touch all the others around me. Sing all day, giggle all night, I am a tree. Why must you pluck my leaves, I hope no one notices. Now trimming my tiny branches so I can grow. I sing all day louder because I am tiny and make them giggle so they won’t notice. My gardener, here you come again. I am a tiny tree why must you bring a saw and take my limbs. How am I going to feel the other leaves if I have no branches? My gardener why is your saw so large? What have I done? Please don’t dispose me. Why are you cutting me down in pieces in front of everyone? I didn’t want or ask for their diseases? I hear them sing and giggle as I am a stump. My gardener why do you have a shovel? I am not seen or known please leave me rest. My gardener why must you dig so deep? You have put me on my side how much more when there is nothing left of me, must you now cut into my roots? That was my hope. My hope that I could relive. If you cut them how will I grow? How do I believe you are for me after all of this? How am I supposed to live when I am striped and pruned of it all? Who even am I now in this garden but a spectical. All I see is majestic the trees around me and how beautiful there leaves are. I wish I could hear them sing. I can’t remember the song. They are a field of the same colors, yet I am alone, removed from them to be planted in a field of silence. My gardener why are you so silent? Why are you digging such a big hole. Is this my grave? My gardener please rest me in this hole and stay with me. My agony, please be with me everyday, keep me company. Speak with me for I have no one and nothing to offer. I know I have no leaves to give you but a seat. I beg you, I know I have but a seat but how I have come to want the warmth of it. Speak to me as you sit. Tell me who you are so we can become friends. Tell me what is on your mind and in your heart. I am nervous. I can now see the other trees. They look so beautiful and complete and I am but a memory to them. They can’t hear me nor can I hear them. My gardener am I going to die? Am I dying? Is this why you took me from them so my roots wouldn’t disease theirs? My gardener why do you sit with me so silent? Today a bird came and sang the most beautiful song. I invited him to build a nest. My tree is filled with singing again, yet I cannot sing. My gardener, there are other fields of colored trees? What a beautiful view. My gardener, thank you for being here with me. I know you have all of them to take care of too. Help me understand why I am still in this giant field alone? Will I ever see the trees I came from? Everyday I feel this is my last yet with you with me I am thriving. My master how you have taught me to grow in the silence. How I couldn’t see being among so many other trees. How when their leaves shed I would be piled with them. How the mold grew so subtle and slight. The ground around me poisoned me and I began to loose my leaves. I didn’t mind because I wasn’t alone but then I was baren. A tree with nothing and you came to me. you cared when no one came. You trimmed me to save me. You cut me to carry me. You uprooted me to remove the graph of the inhearadence. You prepared this field and nurtured me back to life. You loved me. My gardener, look at me! I am taller than all the trees because of your love. I can see beyond the old field. I can see the whole garden. Its majestic, what a gardener you are. My roots fill the field. I must trust you to know what I don’t know and now I know even when I don’t that in this stillness you are my friend, my master gardener and you are not finished with me yet.