A Miracle Of God (Short Story)

Dreaming here on a porch in front of a house in Southwest Michigan looking at what we call trees. There are large ones and small ones all with different shapes. They have limbs growing out from the trunks some go up and some go down, each of these limbs have smaller limbs going every which away. All of the smaller limbs have leaves up the limb and growing out the end. These leaves are in bunches of one through five spreading in all directions making a canapé that blocks out the light from the sunrays. As the wind blows all the leaves move at different directions like little hands waving good bye to who ever is watching. All the leaves are of a different shape some are large and fat others are small and skinny. Some have only one point and others have as many as six points. They are all green but of a different color green. These trees are made up of roots in the ground and trunks with limbs growing out from it with leaves growing from the limbs. These trees are all different kinds. I see Elm, Walnut, Maple, Oak, Hickory, Poplar, and Sumac. They are…