I See Trees
When I was a child, I lived in the trees. Or I would have, if my mother hadn't made me come down for supper.
It's easy to take trees for granted. There they are, rising above the houses, making shade, blocking the view, hosting birds and squirrels, making us sneeze. They're part of the scenery, generally relegated to the backdrop, because trees in the foreground would block the action. There's no actual drama in the tree itself. Nobody actually sees trees. Read more about I See Trees