A tree can make a difference in my life.
Just like it has in mine.
Ever since I shifted to this house, this tree has motivated me, supported me, provided me with shelter and hope.
Now I find it difficult to shift to another house, simply because of the connection between me and the tree.
The tree shelters many birds and squirrels and now has a nest with a crow family in it. It also provides a non-arboreal shelter for me.
Everyday I wake up and go to sleep, watching the outlines of the tree taking shape before my eyes, in the shadows of the rising and setting sun.
I feel very pained, if someone cuts off or chops the branches of the tree.
The tree is a part of my life. An anchor.