Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it’s knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held on me
Held on as tightly as you held on me…
_{Patrick Watson}

The reflection through my open window reflected a tree into the sky. and with the passing storm clouds, it looked wonderful.