Out of place and away from my natural element. Now I'm thinking what tree am I in? I think I'm in a weeping willow tree, I'm on dry land, but sometimes have my feet in the water and my branches trail into the flow that is other peoples lives, I feel them, but don't really engage
Anyone else feel like this and what's your tree?
I want to say an older oak tree.
Robust, strong, dependable. But secretly hollowed out on the inside and not as sturdy as I appear (or perhaps stronger than I think). The odd branch might fall off in a storm. But still there.
Given the right conditions I can still flourish. 
I want to say an older oak tree.
Robust, strong, dependable. But secretly hollowed out on the inside and not as sturdy as I appear (or perhaps stronger than I think). The odd branch might fall off in a storm. But still there.
Given the right conditions I can still flourish.
