Arthur, Come with Me

The trees bend a bit to ask about my day. I know not where, but I will go along my way. It is difficult to not notice the sunshine on my skin or the freshness of the air. After the horror of the toe in past torture water, it is difficult to relate to people around me. I feel cold at the freeze of my emotions and the pains of a war began over 4 decades ago. I wish, on my knees, for even just thoughts to rise as supporting references. It is okay for me to love you, Arthur. I will just admire your crown perfectly placed on your brown hair, and I can see the vibrant robe you wear as being perfect for your personilty and the occassion. I walk through and see little to no progress inside, but outside does flow. Find the perfect bow, and tie it around a tree today just for me.