A Tree With Me

I see a beautiful tree with amazing foliage. It is all of you, but it starts with Jorge, and then moves to the sands of The Middle East. In the sun it is a mastery of photosynthesis and green purity. We will need a whole crew to get this jet off of the ground. I reach towards the sky and name each branch quietly. I sit on a red blanket and put a shall around my shoulders. It gives me both air to breathe and shade. I will move through the wind and find myself at the end of the afternoon. Be together and we will laugh over and over again. No one can produce this calm and feeling of delightful serenity. I am here. Be clear that I have purpose on the inside and on the outside. You will all bloom in this way eventually as your roots grow completely into the ground, as your branches reach toward the sky.