they (the linden trees) are gnarled and crabby, and craggy, and at least a hundred years old.
we (the people) are crabby and smooth, and the wrong shape, and too quick to die.
they observe us when we come within their range of perception.
they think slowly, arboreally. they write their observations into their time-lines with sap. this is why they give names only from spring to early autumn.
when they know what to name one of us, they write that name on a leaf, and throw it away.
the linden leaf you pick up one day, that leaf is a message. of your secret name in lindenese.