Trees are like human beings, they are all born upright but begin to twist and turn as they get further away from God and as they wait for the divine breath they form scars from the events and passing time.
Even through all the adversity and misfortune they still stand there in the hopes that something better will come. Even though the years have made it suffer and its hard and tough bark does not let you inside its colours are still vivid and alive blending into the sky even though complementary colours never mix well together.
Sometimes, I thought I could take refuge in the shade of that tree and I often seek the embrace of its leaves but they only embrace my by the wind. I used to write poetry about the beautiful life of this tree until I discovered that its roots had dried and then I felt alone and helpless because my tree was dead .