The scent of flowers reaches us as we walk along that well-worn path. The trees are growing their leaves back. The sun shines down through the leaves, lighting our way. Birds chirp and try to land in your hair.

We both laugh as one tries to peck your hand as you shoo it away.

We sit down near a lake and make flower crowns. We've seen humans do this, and the results are beautiful. I put mine on your head, you out yours on mine. We dip our feet in the lake, neither saying a word.

Sometimes, you don't need words. Sometimes, all you need is your silent thoughts to convey your feelings and message.