Sentimental Saplings (First Line Piece)

Why are the tree trunks brown as your eyes on that summer day? The way your body has always held me strong, like when you clung to me under the maple tree by my window in my backyard. The way you watched me for years as we both blossomed like the trees around us. We grew; our fates grew too. They became intertwined like the roots hidden in the dark depths of the ground. People came and went, with sharp entrances and exits in our lives. Still they never seemed to be able to shake us apart. Remember that summer when we were teens? The summer we carved our names together in the thick bark of the maple tree. Our bond became unbreakable; think in a forest bursting with the surplus of love and gratitude. Seasons endlessly passed until that day, sixty years since we first carved our names into the maple tree, you finally finished growing. Reaching out to the sky before you withered away to dust. I soon followed. Our time here on earth together had come to a close. We left only behind our carvings in the maple tree.