I hope you're doing well this season; that the warmth is treating your aged limbs nicely. However, it must be like the rustle of a leaf for you. With your many ages of rings and wearing of bark, this will be just a moment in your long history. I'm not sure you remember me either; I come by when I can, and when I can't, I simply wish you well in passing. But, however long I am absent from your roots, you will always be here. Always be the strong, unmoving thing you are. Unlike those of my kind who are always flitting about. Similarly, this letter will probably be like a quick breeze in your leaves. But I think you will remember it in your rings forever.
The one that sits under your shade