I found this image here. What a wondrous place to sit and collect one’s thoughts.
Sit back and feel the soft breeze that wisps leaves past your feet. Stare up at that wise, old tree and know that each bump and gnarl was grown on the seeds of ideas that were planted below. Each wish and dream that passed through its boughs … each second of yearning and imagination spent beside its twisted trunk … each passing moment of wakefulness, dreaminess, passion, longing spent beneath its glory … each whisper that swirled its way up amongst the leaves before they fell … they all contributed to the height with which this tree reaches up for something just beyond its grasp.