The sound of shuffling leaves and birds chattering around me filled the air with a vivacious mood. As I sat high in the branches of a tall, rambunctious tree, the wind blew about me as if it was wrapping its delicate arms around me. This is my home. Most people might consider their house to be their actual home; however, home can be defined in a variety of different ways. To me, home is a place where I feel sheltered, secure, and safe. When I’m high above the ground, I experience many different perspectives. I think much more clearly and swiftly when I can analyze my ideas and thoughts from a different point of view. Being in a unique tree is very relaxing and peaceful, especially when cradled by the branches of tranquility and calmness that usually envelope me. The fresh aroma of blooming flowers, as well as pine trees fill my nose with delightfulness as I watch the countless arms of many trees sway back and forth. The crisp, roughness of bark on the branches of trees coincides with the dampened, cold moss growing along its substantial trunk. The feelings of stability and perpetual contentment suppress my agitation and remoteness. I couldn’t think of any other place I’d rather be than high up in the ravishing vines of an exquisite tree. This is my home.
KB
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