Falling leaves from trees as tossed upon the ground by G-d's own hand, rough bark to pick and strip off a tree trunk to throw into water and watch it float downstream.
Sitting atop a large gnarly root exposed at the base of a tree's lap to sit in a seat like a throne that is raised up off the soiled ground.
Picking fruits from trees filtering out poisonous berries, picking leaves and scattering seeds, a cigar tree and her long green seedpods, matured brown seedpods crackling as we open them to examine their insides, their contents when planted will grow new trees.
Trimming trees, sculpting them like statues to disentangle branches to organize and clear them as a treetop's king's crown jeweled on your head, arms hugging tenderly, having room to spread out and grope her trunk with affection as she grows in freedom in a heavenly direction.
The torso of a tree like a human chest being strong and mighty, breathing, shooting out branches like human arms, the arms of a Hanukkah menorah, growing and seeing her get mightier as her branches glorify the sun and moon reaching up to them like hands as she guides our eyes raising our chins to scan the clouds.
To see the tops of the trees so we have a skyward view, a view of the source of Ein Sof.
A treetop that is a home created by G-d for birds who are angels to raise their families in nests of shelter, to feed young angels who then take flight and build their own nests in yet another top of a tree.
A stream of sunlight through her leaves. Sunrays, sunbeams, sun soaking warmth and pure white bright light in the middle of a dark, mournful, and icy winter morning. Trees hiding ghosts that are cast as large grey shadows from a sun's light that dances through her branches.
To have her to hug you and for you to hug her, to allow her arms to encircle your body and to squeeze you tightly.
To feel the tree's strength and awesomeness, to grow as she grows, to make a laurel of her leaves to put upon your head where you can pray and hide as in camouflage.
Living inside of a tree as a tree elf, sipping her sappy coconut juices like milk from your mother, never again to thirst, having a tree to provide for your every need, to love you as a friend.
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