Tree for Thought

The thought tree is on the hillside of a winding hill of Birch Lake, where various trees and organic landscapes hide my sacred place. It is in the backyard of my grandparents' house. For ordinary outsiders, it is another pine tree growing between the leaves that cover the grassy hills leading to the lake and the mountain of pine needles. In my world, this is the place where I can lie at an acute angle and visit the trees I gave to my life. I still remember the taste of my grandmother's freshly baked bread in that morning.

After a bad news in a week, I went outside and smoked a cigar. I saw smoke rising on trees, thinking "Where do you want smoke?" Accepted the cigar taste and took a deep breath. I saw the trees blowing back and forth and heard the sound of birds. My cell phone is playing some deep melodic ambient music. I decided to close my eyes and go black to see what I can find. I thought of what my commander said: "I can not say this to you, but your mother was killed, and your stepfather is the same." I lowered my head and asked him what was going on. I do not know him yet, but I have to go home. They asked if I should use my weapons. I said no

I can see him looking around and looking for a way home. When I stood next to him, I saw the trees move again. At first, I thought it was a branch or an animal. Then I saw it was a dark and twisted shadow. They did not sound anything when they broke from one tree to another, then disappeared again. I think about open spaces, that is where the grandpa should be. I desperately want to pass the bushes. I tore the branches and branches and press them with my feet, but there was no hope. It is too thick. I fell down on the ground, exhausted, as I rubbed, I cut my hand.

At the end of the street, David saw the tree. He thinks the trees are very kind. After all, the trees are vegetarians. In the middle of the tree there is an open space marked with a tree fence. When Davey approached the square, I felt he would turn white. Wow, he is pure white, Cannadè, it's in the middle, the streets need to go to the trees, there are no cockroaches, you can see that it is very important to do this. There was a hot topic on the muddy ground. Davy does not have a clue as he bends over the white and saliva remaining in the wet rope in his mouth and looks like a hooves handed him a white cloth napkin It was. The first letter of the red embroidered napkin is 'C.H.C'.