“Another tree again” Her eyebrows creased together as she squinted critically at the tree I doodled on the paper. 

“What?” I pouted and took another look at it. I was no artist, but it looked OK to me.

I guess I like drawing trees, because no matter what kind of tree you draw, Maple, Chestnut, Pine, all tree’s are different and unique in every way. There are no such things as drawing the ‘perfect tree’ because everyone is so different in their own way that to say one specific tree is the perfect one, would be a mere insult to every 100 billion trees out there.

Every leaf, is different. So is every branch.

I’d like to think of people as trees. We’re all different. We all have different roots, different seeds. Some of us grow better in certain kinds of weather. We all need love and care to grow. No matter the weather, rain or shine we still have to go through life. Other’s leave their marks on us, as we hope to leave ours on them.

We’re all different. Unique. Special.

Food for thought? I’d like cheesecake, please. Thanks.