THE BLUES ARE STILL BLUE

I have a tree in my backyard for many years now. It's just an ordinary oaktree. Every day, when I come home from school, I go to that tree and watch it for like a minute or something. Secretely, I hope that one day my ordinary oaktree turns into a cherrytree. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine how my tree would look like. I have a photo of me with my oaktree; I was four years old and the tree was little and green. Maybe it's just an ordinary oaktree, but who cares? It's my oaktree and that's what makes my tree different from the other trees. Yesterday was the day I realized we were born to live high. You must never-ever forget that's not the only reason why we were born.