I live in a house surrounded by trees. Lemons, apples, and bananas litter the fertile soil around the base of each tree, that grow and die many times over the flowing seasons. Glorious birds streak past me flying from tree to tree chirping sad or joyful tunes, yet I still feel cold. Cold from the thoguhts of how little I looked at nature with an all seeing eye and stone faced concentration. Will I ever be warm again?......Well that may be a little unreal, but its always nice to live in serenity.