Spring.

Yesterday the blossom appeared on the Tree.
Powdery pinks and powerful whites strung themselves on the ends of mint green branches. A small spider busied herself amongst the bottom branches, repairing her damp web after the previous night's gale. She spun and spun, creating an intricate trap for the next unsuspecting insect to cross her path. A small team of ants marched just below her, up and down the trunk, collecting food with military precision. At the top a small thrush squealed with delight, spotting an unwary worm enjoying the moisture in the grass below him. He puffed up his body and swooped acrobatically down from the tree, snatching the worm up in his beak. At the trunk of the tree a rabbit nibbled on some grass, chewing with one ear pricked up. A small beetle scuttled past, rushing through the grass in search of food and shelter. Inside the dense foliage a caterpillar munched on a small leaf. he was surrounded by his brothers and sisters, already sealed into their chrysalises. A bee hovered up to one of the buds of blossom, bumbling around it until he could be sure there was nothing worth taking yet. Another bee shot past him and he raced after her, in hot pursuit. A small cluster of aphids settled on one of the uppermost leaves, agreeing on a tactic of everyman for himself. Unknown to them a ladybird waited in the branches below.

Today the Tree was cut down.