She climbed up to the highest branch on that tree Clung onto one piece of bark at a time as she ascended. Found a seat padded with leaves to soften the branch She yelled from the top of the tree 'You look small, like an ant from here', She made her way back down, Stood in front of me , face to face, She said in a whispery voice "You look beautiful and handsome from here".
[Tales of my late best friend. Tales of the one person who truly understood me]