The Sentinels To the lepers in your head

i would love that !!!

deirdre was thrilled upon hearing what she and osprey shared. the trees sang beautiful songs, if only others could listen and hear them. the roots sang the song of life and giving, its trunk the song of strength, and its boughs and branches of the things they carried and the stuff they had seen. the wind lifted the tune; deirdre always listened. a slow nod was given toward the question, for deirdre did think it beautiful. she would never tire of the song, it brought her peace of mind and made her soul feel full. but at osprey's next words, deirdre lifted her head, her eyes protective as she looked to the tree. why would someone do this?! she breathed worriedly; trees were innocents, beings older than she could comprehend being so young.