The Seed and The Bear

If I were to describe you in vivid memory, you would be a sturdy trunk, with rough edges but comfortable roots to sit on. You'd be on top of the hill, providing the view that brings peace to many, welcomed by the fresh air away from city pollution and mind that clears as you let me rest in the place you built while your shade protect me from the scorching sun. Later on, soft grass grew along with colorful wild flowers. You cultivated more of them, because you liked the way I admire it.

And suddenly...