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What?
Well, people move, how about becoming a person?
Yeh, right. I'll just spin myself a cocoon, a great metamorphosis will take place, and in a week I'll emerge a person.
That's really not necessary.
Oh, are you going to "presto chango" me into a person? *Poof*
No. I'm just going to be here.
Big help you are! OUCH! What are you doing?
I'm breaking off dead twiggs.
They aren't dead! I felt that.
You felt that?
I think you're just getting in the way.
You think so?
Listen, I don't mind you just being here but keep outa my space! OK?
My presence affects you? You know, you are a person.
Are you blind? Look at me! I've bark and leaves.
What tree do you know that can think?
Huh?
What tree can feel and be so affected by some one being close to it?
Me.
I've come here many days and enjoyed your beauty. The beauty and smell of your blossoms in the spring. The taste of your fruit. I've sat in the shade of your delicate leaves in the summer. You've sheltered me from the rain and sometimes shared a down pour with me. I've been overwhelmed by your presence and solitude.
You are filled with so many different kinds of beauty! I felt it, thought about it and shared it with you. Now you can feel it, think about it and express it. Set your roots in new soil. Display your branches in a new light. See others like you then share yourself with them. Beauty is not beautiful closed in a box.
Yes, I think I understand. I am feeling a lot of things. I still think I look like a tree, though. I suppose things aren't always what one may beleive them to be. Well, I'm going now to change my life. Good bye.
Best wishes to you!
Oh! By the way. What are you going to do?
I'm just a PLATYPUS. I'll do what I do.
