Nice haiku, Tree. Quiet quests. Perhaps some. In my yard, the apricot tree, whom I hug, has started blooming and soon there will be a symphony buzzing around her, hopefully helping to produce another bounty. Perhaps there's a poem hiding in this comment. Here's one I wrote last year about her sweet and juicy fruit, a quiet bumble bee on a thistle, and other beauties I observed on a nature walk. The notes talk about why I hug this tree. https://medium.com/weeds-wildflowers/a-poets-walk-among-weeds-and-wildflowers-f25bfdb75e7c