Dear first love,
From childhood, I have been embraced by you. I lived the idyllic life of climbing your branches, sitting in the crook, held high above the monsters that threatened to steal my happiness. I especially love when your naked bones dominate the sky. Without the dressing of leaves, I can see, feel your spirit. I reach for you when I have lost my way. You point the way home. When I have forgotten how to breathe, you bring me back with a gentle swaying reminder. Thank you for the gift of showing me how to dig deep and stand tall.