I am not the only one who sees something of themselves in a tree. What is it I don't all the way know. There are some things I glimmer such as the limbs...I have limbs and I like to feel I at times bloom. And while not in bloom I know I have the makings of blossoms. I love the thought of heart wood, that soft center of the tree. I like their stillness and love it when the wind comes by and seeks out a voice from the tree. Yes, I know why I love a tree. There are many reasons but just now these are enough for me.
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