For what is life but a meer tree on the rise, from a seed towards the sky.

Every season brings fresh reasons to be. To be ever changing from where

each branch can reach, to the color of every leaf. The color of love comes

in fall, because that's what lovers do, and in june the youth frolic in the sun.

But who am I to take their sunshine? Let them be, be free, and when

shade is what you seek you can come to me.

...I gotta stop eating those brownies.