The white, prickly spruce tree looked into the oak tree, they didnt speak because they're fucking trees not humans,but they grew together, the fat farmer who planted them is dead now, he died in a car crash,anyways, the trees kept on looking at each other intensely, it's surely love, it can't not be love at this point, except trees dont feel love then, one of the trees moved, but then fucking moved back because it was wind, trees arent alive.
If this gets enough attention then i'll do a chapter 2
