A tree's branches are all different. Most times, either different shapes, sizes, and color. A tree is what makes a person who they are. Given a belief and a benefit. Trees give life and receive life. They work together in order to keep earth stable and animal life granted. A tree can be different, just as anything else. a human being, an animal, or an object. Are all different. My branches comprise my beliefs, benefits I give to those around me, and those I love. My tree is small, but not defeated. it just because it’s not strong yet, still in need of growth and personally to become its better self. Even with the tiny height of my tree, I still make my tree filled with important values. A huge one is my friendships. Friendships are important to a person. A friendship can better help a person become who they're meant to be; good friendships help the person to live and learn. It gives them another reason to continue living when times seem dim. A person’s tree is valued and should be respected. No matter the height, size, or branches the tree’s made up of. Every tree holds something greater inside, then someones blind eye can't view.

When it rains, the cold air bleeds. The world shines beneath growing edges. Plants and people blossom, but only for a moment. The rain lasts, not long but long enough. Buildings now drowned with the salt liquid from the sky, drains down along the roads. Cars speeding quickly through the streets, roar and roar through the blessing. Damping and washing over those, unfortunately bearing no umbrella.

You’re bedroom contains no noise. Silence is all that lurks behind. Behind you is the window. Closed in fact, but somehow the nightlight breeze still touches up and down your back. You sit alone, curled up tightly around yourself as dark presences lurk above your head. You’ve forgotten letting them in, but the thought still lurks. ’’How’d they get in?’’ The dark souls continue circling around your ceiling, as peaceful eyes follow. ’’Welcome to my night.''

The light from the night rose down on the earth. Killing the darkness, and surrounding the light. Killing the darkness was a nightlights job, to protect those it feared. Nightlights reflected from grace to beauty as the light reflected off the light of the bedroom. Surrounding the sleepy girl, protecting her from the evils of hell. The nightlight came in many different colors. But red was mine. The red of the light kept warmth and free spirit inside its tiny owner, and to those who beheld it. It always seemed to put a smile on her tiny face, as it shone across my eyes. The tired bags under my eyes offend kept me from awakening, while the nightlight helped drown out the shouts from Mom and Dad's room.

Grandfather's clock ticked and ticked, the sounds awake you carefully. But still the sounds felt like pounding earthquakes across your head. Pounding and banging inside the dead parts of skull. The box of white, soft, stillness of the used tissue in your hand made everything still and quiet. You’re mind still shaken by remaining moments, seemed to last forever. He came willingly and left willingly just the same. The dark howling shadows left behind continued crawling along the floor as your legs pushed slowly along the floor. Keeping the shadows as far from you, felt like an achievement. But for how many years the achievement no longer remained. You’re achievement now, was keeping him away from you. The dark twisted way he’d smile at you, made you feel like dying. Slowly, in fact, but still dying. The cold puzzled look of death belonging to sliver eyes frightened you, but over time things came clear. And every time he’d stare into you, those chilling, death like words kept your heart still. ’’How far till you fall.’’

Tonight, once more life sinks its teeth right into my heart. Shattering it to pieces, as I am forced to watch as my now hollow dreams lay just beneath my feet. Not to close away, but perfectly in reach. Within my grasp, a little more hoping and magic and they could be whole again. But if it seems so easy, why haven't I done it.

Roses are red, violets are blue. The ocean bleeds cold red blood, as my lifeless body streams through the waters. Covered in the waters of love, and caring my body feeling belonged, finally.Images of my past follow me behind slowly, if it wasn't for the carefree feeling, they'd be allowed back inside. Roses are red. violets are blue. The ocean bleeds as I heal.