The tree on my front yard is an oak tree. A very interesting, sticky sort of humungous object. I love sitting under this breathtakingly large tree. It is what I call mine and we will be friends forever. A very old friend, and an extreme lover of my thoughts. One of my favourite memories with this tree was when it was a stormy day, wind blowing, rain falling everywhere. It felt like I was entangled in his roots being all cuddled up. I felt a certain cozy, warm feeling. I just love feeling safe and accepted as a friend that’s why that was my favourite experience with him. He is where I get all my extraordinary ideas and where my imagination keeps on moving forward.