There are many trees that were only a foot tall when I was 5 but now tower over me, that give me shade when the sun is too hot or when the wind is blowing too hard. It is a magical sight, watching the branches reach into the sky, whether the sky was blue or dusted pink with the sunset or gray on a rainy day. Watching the branches wave in the wind, as if they wanted to reach the clouds like a bird.

A tree can't fly, but it will try to.