I passed out at some point and had the dream again.
I was the tree in the backyard. All my thoughts were little birds that sang in my branches. The wind blew through me and my mind flew in a million directions away.
Yet, something remained, smiling and watchful.
I saw the old house. I saw the lights come on and turn off. I saw the glow of the TV. I saw the lives come and go and everything become very quiet. I heard a train in the distance. Two birds in a nest. The new moon shining clean through me.