Dear Mulberry,
We’d sung goodbye. We’d talked about the day. There were only four of us left, two grownups and two children. Everyone else had gone. One grownup went back to get something they’d forgotten, and the three of us decided to play a game.
One person chose Ring Around the Rosie. We sang. We walked in a circle. And we FELL DOWN. We lay where we fell and looked up. There was Grandfather Oak, so, so old. Look at how high Grandfather Oak’s branches climb and twist. Look how wide Grandfather Oak’s branches twist and reach.
I sat up, and the two of you stayed put there on our Earth, on your backs, looking up. I’d sat up too soon, so I lay down again. You said that you could lay there forever. That sounded lovely.
Love,
Teacher Michelle