SO THERE THEY SAT.

She knew she had seen and her friend the maple tree had seen better days, old and worn. but she knew that they protected the love inside her walls.

But as her front door swung on its hinges, back and forth and the years passed, and the running footsteps slowed down and grew in size and the bike wheels turned to car wheels that drove away and her friend the maple tree had to be laid to rest, she felt the heat of the summer sun and the fall of spring rain without him. Her walls grew quiet and calm.