So I was at a park on Saturday. One that I Han never been to before. There I found a tree. This tree had branches so heavy they sagged to the ground forming almost like a hut, there were 3 spots that people had purpousfully cut doors into the canopy. I saw the tree and felt I must investigate. The trunk was gnarled and twisted, dead branches jetted out that had been touched by human hands so much that the bark was gone and only a smooth stick remained, names were carved in the bark and written in sharpie on the smooth areas, the ground had been walked on so much roots were exposed. Most thought it was an ugly tree, but I felt it was beutiful in its own way. I felt drawn to it , to climb onto its lower branches. So I did. And it felt like the tree was welcoming me to stay a while. So I sat in its branches and just felt at peace. All day after that I thought about the tree. It just felt like a friendly old tree.