This was once a tree providing oxygen.
Funny enough, it’s still allowing those stuck far in their heads, like myself, some kind of breathing room.
Least I can do is inhale and exhale some ink onto this.
I owe it to the oaks.
Promises made to pines.
Breakthroughs made on birch.
Filled up firs.
Thankful for these trees that keep me at ease.