This tree, nothing particular than any other tree felt like it was looking at me. It was located behind my gram mothers house and has been there for years. A very, very old tree that has been there for countless decades and has many stories to tell I am sure. So what now, do I turn around and stair at it back or do I go back and never think of it again. Of course I left and kept walking, but I did not forget about that tree. That tree that looked deep inside me and felt like it was talking to me. But this head ache started when I started to to think more and more of this tree. At the middle of the night, I left my room and jumped out my window. I looked at the branches and the holes that looked like a key hole. I wondered and remembered the story my grandma  use to tell us how my grand papa could talk to the trees. He would never tell anyone what the trees told him. He would only tell us to hear what nature was yelling to us. All of us believed he was crazy and that he needed to stop working so much. Until that day, I did not understand what he meant, but now I can understand what he meant. This tree that said nothing to me feared my future and what I had to face by myself. Now the question is, how did I know that the tree was scared for me and that it new my future. I questioned this ever since I left Italia and wondered what would this tree tell me if it was capable or if my grand papa was here to tell. Before I went back to my room, I ripped a leaf from the tree to remember the feeling and connection I felt for the first time I saw this tree. The leaf was whitish orange and the whole tree was blackish green with all sorts of disfigured branches. The only thing that I remember vaguely was that white bird standing at the top of the tree with its dark reddish eyes staring at me the whole time. I wonder why would a bird at the middle of the night still be awake right now. Either I saw the bird or I was so tired that I was hallucinating.