Analogies of Nature

As we walk through Sligo Creek Pkwy, my friend Daniel says, “The color green is coming back with a vengeance.”
“So are the gnats,” I say, waving a swarm away from my face.
The bark on the trees look a lot like puzzle pieces and some of the trees seem to be missing a few pieces. Sycamores especially. Moss and lichen cover the trees all about the base. Daniel thinks that the trees (or rather small shrubs) by the stream are having too many bar fights. Later, he points out these vines wrapped around a fence and some even around another vine and calls them “married couples”. There were a whole bunch strewn along the creek, entangled with any other shrub that was close by. He said he should plant/put some security trees around the place. There are daffodils and crocuses here and there about the path. We continue walking towards Colesville Rd until we come along some picnic tables. Then, we decide to take a seat and talk and wait for intelligent, inspirational thoughts to write down. We watch the birds fly to and fro, listen to the creek trickling by and the cars running parallel to the creek. We talk a little about different things: ice cream, money, grades, food.
Walking back, I point at a foamy part of the creek and say that it's the head of a beer. We start laughing at the bad joke. The trees are budding; small, itty, bitty leaves are forming at the end of the branches. The cherry blossoms look so pretty with their bright shades of pink.
As we walk back home, we notice how much the sycamores stand out against all the brown. We also notice and count all the various birds/squirrels nests we see in the trees.
by Charlotte, Junior