Your head smacks against the tree. The baby bird, who was nestled comfortably in your warm mouth, flies out and hits the ground. You can feel the rough, merciless bark slide against your skin. It is painful, but your pain is quickly replaced by a numbness that fills your body.

Time disappears.

You wake up.

You are a tree.

And the limbs of your being are covered in baby birds, chirping and excited. Healthy and warm.

Everything is okay in nature that day.

The day you are a tree.

You choose to…

• …be a tree forever.
• …stop being a tree and wake up.