The day was cooler and the wind blew slightly, cherry blossoms fell
through the air. The black veils, clothes and dresses were worn by all the Treefamily members as they came to give respect. Sherman did not want to be buried at a gravesite but out in a field. A tractor was present that had dug the earth and was starting to place it back, someone
threw in a seed.
20 years latter the sound of children were heard playing, climbing the big oak tree, a tree house close to the bottom as the tree grew so large. The mother laid a blanket on the ground and then the basket for the picnic. "Come down." she yelled. "It is time for lunch." The children scrambled down the big limbs and ate, after they ran in the field as the mother leaned back against the tree and feel asleep by the roots, so big and strong.
High in the tree, where no one dared to climb a plaque was barely visible. Leonard "Butc" was all that could be seen as the wind moved the branches gently. RIP friend.