Everything Fell Where They May

I used to write down my thoughts about an old tree that stood across the street from my home. This was years ago and back in another life that seems like it is ifetimes away.There was an old tree across from my home. This was not a big tree and nor was this anything special to look at.But the tree was special to me.I would see the tree each morning when I would head to work, and then I would see the tree at night when I returned home Home. I love that word yet, the terms and location and my emotion behind the word has changed countless times since then.I have had different homes since then. I have seen ups and downs since that time and in fairness, I used to see that old tree as a friend. My home at the time was small and humble, clean, and yet there was not much to the house itself. But yes, these were better times. These were poor, beautiful and humble times and I was fine to live without the burdens of wealthy struggles that trigger the ego to inaccurate beliefs of keeping up with…