The stars hold our hopes, our dreams, our wonder. We look up and we see endless. We see expanse. We see tomorrow, we see yesterday. The stars are us. The stars are us.
How I love to sit beneath you and let your gentle, slender branches surround and protect me. Like a loving touch, your beautiful green boughs reach out to reassure me, I am not alone.
Oh what lengths you travel, and at such heights. Running along limbs, jumping the gap. The trees are your highway connecting you to a world that we can only look up to see, Squirrel.