29 July 2012
Trees are very curious things, Its hard to know where trunk ends and branch begins.
Trees, trees, all green and brown, Stretching up from the ground.
Trees, trees, all knarled and old, Standing strong through hot and cold.
Trees, trees, flowers in bloom, Fruit will be there soon.
Trees, trees, my shelter, my home, Only you comfort me when I'm alone.
Trees • Opuss № I