I am a tree. Yes, complete with leafs of different shapes and sizes, roots gripping to whatever I find my security in and fruit of different colours and tastes. The soil my roots are resting in determines how my leaves look and my fruit taste. I go through different seasons and I usually look a lot different after every cycle of spring through to winter. Sometimes a thorn would stick its head out or a wilted fruit pops up and I would try to get rid of it as hard as I can, showcasing more good fruit next to the bad one or hiding the thrown with my leafs, but the problem laid in the worldly soil caressing my roots.