This tree sits outside my front door. I feel pretty lucky, because she is a lovely tree. And I have a strange little feeling, that maybe this tree is in love with me. And she watches me leave for work and come home tired and lonely.
But she thinks I am pretty, Even when I never wash my hair (And should be more tan than I am since I do live in Hawaii)
And when I sit outside beneath her, She hugs me through the wind. And her leaves sparkle, sprinkling pixie dust. To make me fly.
p.s. Ashley is my bosom friend too. and she is even nicer than this tree.