The Oak Tree

We all have an escape. We all have that place we escape to, when the world gets too dark, too harsh, too cruel for us to bear. We all have that place where we can hide in, and bury ourselves in, after a long day. We have that place we can run to in the dead of night; the only place where we can let go, be free, and unleash all our worries. We all have that place we can truly call home.

For her, it was a tree.