There is a fruit that all yearn for, and whether we know it or not, we will strive against everything to attain it.

Yesterday stole my dreams.

You love your children, but you can love them too much to where they take you for granted, think you are there only for their disposal, no respect is shown, can treat you like a doormat.

It is always nice to have someone when things are up in the air.

Poem about this beautiful tree….