I think to myself
My tree is beautiful, my tree stands tall in the midst of the field, periodically I think to myself it's wrong to have it be labeled as mine. I did not plant this tree I do not own the land in a subtle scenery I don't take care of the tree or the land but I don't believe it means so much to any other, she is my tree distant quite and a far. But one day is the dream that you may look upon me as I do to you love.