Four+Skinny+Trees+Emulation

The apple tree is the only one that comforts me. I am the only only one who can comfort it. One bushy tree that pushes through tough times. One who has been here since my parents bought it at the store so long ago. One tree that gives us a lot of work. Others just collect the fruit, they care about it and merely pass it by.

How tough it is, is what no one notices. As wind attacks, it fights back. It stands strong and whips at the sky with it's long angry arms. This is how it fights.

Let him forget the way he fell and split through the middle, falling to earth like a wet heavy snow flake. It comforts me and stands tall for me when I am sleeping. When I am down and I feel like I can't keep Going, when I am a tumble weed, I leen on the arms of the apple tree. When no one eles is there to hold me. One who kept going despite the wind. One who stayed strong and never forgets to hug. One whose only reason is to produce juicy fruit.