A Dog for a Tree

I am in this space that I feel like a tree that people like to play with on a tire swing.  There are branches that feel it, and ones that do not.  There is connection in the motion.  I can sit still in the wind, as well, and my leaves twist and turn in the sun.  A tired dog comes up to me, and lies in my shade.  He is beautiful and elite.  He is not always sweet, but he is a prized master to the geese in the vicinity.  Together, he and I create the perfect scene for an oil painting.  Each year we grow, and this year we are conscious and can see the reality of other trees, and woodpeckers that make me holy, and him annoyed.  In the end, it is a joyous symbiosis, and we will win the prize for peace, today.