Looking for the Tree

So that papery brown thing is a leaf from a tree! After you told me, I just had to see where trees live. I padded over to the bookshelf and climbed from the lowest shelf right onto the wide wooden sill. Out in the dark yard, a tall branches-and-bark giant was swaying gently under the silvery streetlight. It was covered in hundreds of leaves! I set my dry little maple leaf flat against the cool window pane so it could see its family outside, giving the glass two soft, friendly taps.