I want you to imagine the highest oak tree,

That sways softly in the warm, humid summer wind like a boat bobbing between blue billows.

I’d like you to imagine this oak tree with the same attention given to the chiming of the old church bell as it reaches noon, and playful children screaming because of excitement.

I’d like you to call this oak tree, your very own oak tree, my very own oak tree.

Now please fill in this survey:

Does this oak tree ever fear getting cut down?

Will this tree ever sing?

What does staring at this tree make you wander?

Is it true this tree is 100 years old?

Should you fear this oak tree?

Could it be a friend or foe?

Has this oak tree ever gone to the busy supermarket?

When will this oak tree grew legs and walk around the soft` green grass?

Did your oak tree back stab you when had no friends?