Some people like hanging out in the trees.

Not me, though. I like looking at the sky from the ground.

Trees can only go so high, but the trees can go up to peaks, mountains and all that.

Trees can tell us how high we can go, but the ground goes on forever.

Ironically, this work does not have any trees in it. It has a stupid poem about it instead.

I don't have a good name for this little dude, but I think I'll come up with one later. Anyways: new year, new OC.