Break me down. Tear me apart. Tired of being.. A wall.. Made of concrete with reinforced steel. I want to be a green hill and an old Oak Where people sit, read, think and feel. Where I can see the sunrise and the ascend of the night. Where I can welcome you in my world and shield you with my branches and leaves from the cold rain in the midst of a starfilled sky. Where resolve is strengthened or refound. Where selves are again centered and doubts dissolved in morning mists.