Home. Home. Fresh breath of air that comes from home.
Take a look—grab a book—it waits here for you and me.
Just pick a place, in the shade, right under that apple tree.

But back at school, watch the grey concrete,
For I hear the ringing of bells, that intangible smell, and the trampling of growing feet.
Perhaps there remains one place, under the lonely tree, where you and I can meet.

We can walk for seconds upon minutes upon hours;
But we will hardly notice the pine trees and flowers,
For if we take one quick look, we might find ourselves forever under their power.

Cut out squares, such specific layers, where I might encounter a tree
Of looming presence, such a powerful aroma, all that I can see
For we have an understanding, nature and I, and it is one of Camaraderie

Our trees are fresh, blooming, and versatile: Pine, Willow, and Palm
Smoother than silk, lighter than air, they soothe their surroundings like no other balm.
While they may seem dejected, these willow trees, they urge you,











Through their branches,


to look at them









eye to eye,



yet feel them








palm to palm.




Touch




Feel




Touch




Feel




Touch