Butters & Theresse
Butters
Hey Theresse, I heard there's a story about a tree that remembers every leaf that falls. Do you think trees might keep memories like we do?
Theresse
I like that idea, the way a tree holds each leaf like a quiet note, a fragment of the wind. Maybe the bark keeps stories in its rings, but human memories slip and fade like dust. Still, thinking of a tree remembering feels like a gentle promise that something stays even when we forget.
Butters
That’s really sweet, Theresse. I think if trees could remember, maybe we’d all feel a little less alone. I kinda wish I could hold on to everything, too, like those quiet notes you mentioned. It would be nice, don’t you think?
Theresse
I think so too—if every leaf were a memory we could touch, the world would feel less lonely. I guess we’re all just trying to keep a handful of those quiet notes before they drift away. It’s a quiet wish, but maybe that’s what keeps us moving.
Butters
I totally get that, Theresse. Maybe we can make a little tree in our backyard and write our quiet notes on paper and put them in the branches. It’d be like a secret memory garden. I hope it helps us keep the good things close.
Theresse
That sounds like a lovely idea—little notes tucked in branches, a quiet garden of stories that we can revisit whenever we need to. It’ll be a small way to keep those moments close, like a secret garden that grows with us.