Once I wanted to be as free as the birds, but I found a tree. A tree where I felt protected and safe. And I was a tree then: root, branches and fruit. We men are like trees, we give shelter, food, shade. We remain and adapt to the times. It is not for nothing that trees are the only ones that give shelter to birds. There they are, under them, we can take shelter from these times. May my branches come to you, Eric! ;)