He smelled God in a torn leaf and ate Him--the wild sweet cherries, spitting out the pits, aiming for the bucket below. Branches kissed his feet and he wrapped his arms around God and hugged Him, one with Him, safe, high above climbing over nests to his lookout in the tree top. He could see the roof of the house. Behind was the garage, hen house and chicken yard. Along side the house was a ditch where he had played with his only toy, a dump truck missing one wheel. His eyes raised to the window to his room and his lids squeezed a tear. He bent and pressed himself into a small space. That is when God the Tree spoke to him , \"You are safe little boy, you are one with me.\"
Augustus / Houston, TX / June 2017