My Tree

There was a tree by my house.
Not too close as to be found by my parents.
But not to far to get lost.
Always hidden but when seen I knew it was waiting for me.
When I was happy the tree would be there.
Its branches low enough to climb.
High enough to hear the leaves rustle beautifully when the wind came through just right.
That tree was there when I was sad.
It was there to escape to.
When I needed it, the tree blanketed me with its sweet scent and it was surrounded by beautiful lavender.
On specials seasons the dandelions came flying to that tree to make me feel loved again.
To grasp the feeling that something cared about me and wanted to make me happy.
I wouldn't give up that tree for all the money anyone could offer.
No one could offer me more than the tree has.
A sanctuary, a place for friends to REALLY be themselves without the constant pressures of life. This tree didn't belong to anything.
It wasn't a part of nature it was a part of me.
It had nearly saved my life.
That, was my tree.