The clearing came into view. Lush green grass dominated the landscape, a lone tree hanging 

over the small clearing, casting ancient shadows on the rushing river.

The tree hung low, its leaves shading the area all throughout the day. 

I often took solace from the heat of summer underneath this lone tree. 

The bark on one side was worn from use. There was a small indent on that side,

making it the perfect headrest. I approached the familiar tree, patting it in greeting.

This tree was the closest thing I had to a friend. I sit underneath it, listening to the wind 

play with its leaves. I lean on its gentle shoulders, and close my eyes.