Every year around March the appointed leader of each species of tree sends a message to all of its kin. How the trees appoint a leader is a mystery -- perhaps it's the tallest, or the oldest, or the one with the most squirrels -- I have no idea. But every year the winds carry these messages: [A gust of wind] P. Tree: "Alright trees, has everyone got their tree watches?" [A flurry of gentle breezes] Trees: "Yes!", "Yeah!", "Natch.", "Affirmative.", etc... [A slow but steady gale ending with a burst of wind.] P. Tree: "Good. Let's set Spring for exactly 24 hours from now. Synchronize on my mark... ... ... Mark!" We don't ever notice this, because these short messages take days to transmit, but I assure you, this is happening. I know because I got up the other day and it was like a calculated terrorist attack of the color green! Everything is exploding. Spring rules!
andij19 said...
very poetic
3/15/2007 1:10 PM
ilya said...
i'm so jealous. In new york we saw a similar message start to be transmitted and then someone greater than trees said "Fuck you, trees! i'm going to make it snow 2 days after it was 70 degrees! Get your buds back inside!"
3/16/2007 8:06 AM