As I sit under your shade, you provide me relief. All of my troubles and grief melt away. Time stops and I can feel your antiquity, your sacredness that humanity has not touched nor perversed. You seek nothing, want nothing. You stand straight and command the skies and the earth. I am in awe of your majesty, your power. There is no temple, synagogue, or mosque that is as sacred as you.
Your Admirer,
Madison Michelle
