Everybody has an individual tree and every tree makes its own human: that is how we make our nests with our own trees.
Each tree is unique. Nests have their own unique stories and fates as well. Whatever we say, write, draw, or paint is somehow related to what our trees have gone through.
Talking about the past and creating new conditions are difficult. Times and places from the past are gone for good. Everything changes like nature itself.
Nature is mindless and unpredictable. She listens to nothing and no one. She does what she does. Yet, her arbitrariness makes things, tales, and histories. Sometimes these things blow out of proportion and that is when we need something more than just a dream—certainly something more than dreams that are not clearly outlined.