It is rare to see an open space in a forest; this makes two trees a main attraction to me.
They escape the thick crowd of canopies wanting fresh carbon dioxide.
They love standing by the "window" watching hikers panting like a dog, the dog barking at the monkeys that act like hikers.
They love watching the Moon chasing the Sun while being surrounded by the Stars.
The trees know they have not seen everything, though everything seems to be the same everyday.
Rainfield may appear in a same uniform every week, the handphone played rock and roll this morning.