A place where I can live, breathe, talk and see

The little shrub of me and everyone around me, has grown into a tree. A young tree, with branches that are still short but very strong, and some of them already grown twigs. With fresh little green leaves.

And the world seems to be oh-so-bright-and-fertile with breeding opportunities.

I feel like that tree. Not the tree with twigs and little green leaves. Only a tree, still struggling with my way up to reach a certain height, and then grow and strengthen my branch, and prepare everything for the grow of a twig and then later, my very own fresh little green leaves..