The breeze ruffles me. I seek solace in the tree. My fingertips drag along the bark. It's jagged and soothing. My ear to the trunk, it beats with my own. This tree is all I know. Earth below, stars above. We have an understanding, truth. Time brings another sunrise. Clouds frustrate my comfort. Butterflies envelop my lungs and carry me away. Someone else is under my tree today.