Bits and Pieces

1 - Micah

The whispers of the trees start growing louder at night. They wait for the critters of the day to lose their eyes, then spread their "words of wisdom" to others that may not have seen. I, of course, get to listen to them bicker to who got the story right, get to hear the lives of others. It's strange that someone like me is able to fully understand a plant so vile. Not only to they invade in others privacy, but what they whisper behind others backs is just too far. If only those could here what they say, and help me destroy the vermin. There's only one tree that deserves to live, that tree being a simple shrub, a you going that has pleaded for the others to stop. The trees that surrounded her planned on uprooting her, killing her. That vermin didn't even get to blink before they were torched and dug out, roots and all. I asked the shrub if she was willing to help me stop the trees, her reply exactly what he was hoping for. Now she is safely hidden in a cave, with the perfect amount of sunlight, soil, water and space. I visit her often, so she doesn't get lonely. Maybe one day I will lay down beside her for the last time, helping her grow and continue the mission, convincing others to join the cause of Micah.