there is one tree, that I love
and it makes me love, more all the others.
I've been trying to figure out what makes a picture.
and it seems that maybe its not, that its not much different.
that its really the same as a lot, the same as it all.
not that it tries to be, or ask, its almost troubled with who it is.
maybe the beauty is in the champion, the one who is like us all,