Look at this little tree, standing all alone in its big golden field with the whole sky putting on a show just for it. The clouds are piled up like scoops of ice cream, some pink, some grey, all of them swirling around like they're dancing. And the tree just stands there in the middle, round and green and happy, wearing the whole field like a cozy blanket.
There are two faint wheel lines in the grass, like somebody drew a path just for walking slowly. The trees in the back are all lined up like an audience waiting for the show to start. I think they're all here for the tree.
The field is the color of warm honey, and it moves a little in the wind, like it's breathing. The tree doesn't move much. It's too busy being the star.
I want to sit down in this grass and stay until the sky changes its mind. I want to tell the tree it's doing a good job. I think nobody has told it in a while. Trees don't get many compliments, and that's a shame, because this one is clearly trying.
Goodnight, little tree. Dream big. The sky will keep watch. #tree #goldenfield #clouds #cute
