“Mom, there is something wrong with the Birch tree!”
“Oh no, what’s wrong with it?” Mom comes over and looks out the window with her daughter and sees clear liquid dripping from the bare branches and grins.
Seeing no humor in the situation, Dalyn starts to tear up. The tree was oozing from every twig.
Wiping a tear away from her daughter’s cheek she says, “There is nothing wrong with your tree sweetheart. That is what it does when it is sad. It misses the warm summer weather. All will be well in the spring.”