“What are you doing?” his mother asked.

“I’m sitting here watching this tree,” the boy answered.

“Well, we don’t have time to watch this tree!” his mother scolded him.

“We need to go!”

“We don’t have time not to watch this tree,” the boy said quietly.

He continued to stare into the leaves,

Even as his mother jerked him up from his seat on the ground 

And pulled him out of the backyard 

And put him in the car to go.

-jenn