I have a million stories to tell you from the time spent this morning looking up into tree that lives in front of my window I’ll about birds course and ants caterpillars its roots how they intertwine with your tree’s at other end block turns take around concrete underground beautiful pattern swirls leave behind their search for life it’s thin hands reach out yours’ an endless dance until there’s no telling apart where one ends begins patters leaves can see right rising sun find again roads it takes color changes more every day settling change accepting fall lessons be