– Rain… do you remember the rain?
– Yes, I do. Those tickles in the leaves when drops fell.
– Wind… do you remember the wind?
– Yes, I do. And I remember how we used to dance with our branches following its rhythm.
– And the sun… do you remember the sun?
– The sun? The sun? No… I don’t remember the sun. What the sun was?
– It was the heat and the light, but it came and left, like if something prevented it to reach us… usually before the rain it left us alone.
– I don’t remember it… it should be lont time ago.
– Long time ago, yes.
The man sighted. He would like to know how a conversation between trees could be. Between the Two Trees. The last ones on Earth: pollution and climate changes killed all them but those two.
A light touch on his shoulder awoke him. At last.
– Sir – his assistant said -, we have the results.
– Our archived data point they are both male.
Without a word, the man reached the oldest tree, and leaned his forehead on it.
– It’s raining? – told the tree
– No, why?
– A drop has fallen over my roots.