As free as the wind

Rain had been the only friend she had made and she hated to see her go but she bid her farewell and continued walking until she came to an old oak tree, the oak tree was so simple yet so beautiful, carved by thousands of years of living, she laid near the oak tree and looked up the bright shining moon beating down on the tree, she wondered if this tree could speak what would it say, she wondered how much this tree had seen then she laid her head down and let her eyes begin to get heavy.