Tree

I expected this to be a quick jaunt into the forest, but I got drawn in by the beauty of nature.

I take a deep breath, the crisp scent of petrichor present in the air. As I exhale, I look towards a tree, a single tree that distanced itself from the others.

The branches on that tree were sturdy, as its vibrant green leaves rustle only the slightest bit in the morning breeze. I walk towards it with leaves crunching under my feet, and sit next to its roots. Those roots are braided into the ground, weaving between each other, stretching out before sinking down into the damp soil.

I decide to close my eyes and lean back against the tree, almost expecting it to wrap its branches around me. Birds chirped their mellifluous tune and crickets sang along. I inhale deep and exhale deeper.

This tree is alive, and is a home to birds, chipmunks, and squirrels. This tree gives me oxygen, tools and shelter.

Something about the moist soil and the rough bark of the tree comforts me.

This tree is alive, and so am I.