Tree

The tree outside of my office window provides a constant distraction. When I started working here it was dotted with hundreds of little white blossoms. The wind carried them away, carpeting the ground and creating a whirlwind of falling flowers. Slowly the blossoms turned into tiny leaves, a vibrant, almost florescent green in stark contrast to the dark branches of the tree. As the sun grew closer to the earth, the leaves turned a deeper, richer shade of green, almost hiding the branches completely in their fullness. The winter took with it the sun and subsequently the leaves. One branch split off into another seeming to go on for an eternity until they became too small for me to see with my naked eye. Even now it’s alive and shimmering outside my window. Every leaf is distinct and multidimensional in the sunlight and shadows.