A place where you can call home. Not only a tree,but a friend indeed.
My shelter full of warmth,
Where I’m fully protected,
A place I can call home,
The silence makes it even peaceful,
It’s my little La La Land,
I can speak my mind,
I can feel my freedom once again,
The fresh wind brushes pass my skin softly,
Not a drop of rain can fall on me,
I am fully protected under that tree,
It’s more than a tree,
It’s a place where my imaginary turns to reality,
Where I explore my dreams,
A place full of wonders,
A place where miracles take place,
A tree that bears fruits,
Under the fig tree.
I love the way you describe the fig tree! It brought back memories of when I used to take refuge under an old weeping willow tree in my teenage years. Thanks for bringing that memory back for me. 
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