Ocie Elliott - Forest Floor https://youtu.be/kHX_xFeYI-I?si=HdO0b5CskJSvl1jh Looking through the clear window one day I came to the conclusion, though not a tree, I thought it fine they stood for such long periods of time. Unwavering through seasons, the climate instilling patterns for them to both blossom and endure. Those are the trees of my life I thought. Branches of which touching other limbs, holding on. It seemed to me there exists a reason that trees and people are one. Opening the window I reached out my hand to touch them. The reasons becoming apparent upon touch. I suppose it is the same for the trees. S. Kamber