Ever wonder what leaves gossip about when nobody’s watching? Tape recorders are useless in their world; they only log rustles as thought clouds
.
Quote from a particularly gossipy elm: She said it while swirling in the breeze:
“Oak's been bending over backwards, yet birch is still better at leaf yoga.”
In the universe where foliage takes the role of therapists, it appears there’s a lot of moss to unearth
and fruit flies to avoid.
Why is it always the sycamores offering unsolicited advice, pondered one ill-placed fern?