I can climb into oak tree only the bee there maybe she stings me, I can jump from branch to branch gravity can catch me
Tree grows older as I age daily
the day I was born, I began dying slowly not obviously the tree it’s years here be longer than me
I wondered what if it nothing there for me when my soul leaves me? Can I become that tree with the bees and another little boy or girl can climb upon me
One can ever age away n came back as that beautiful big tree?
no one told this story of being a tree or were there souls will be definitely not in this old tired body or rather I become that tree?