Doubt and desertion, it always seems to be the only things that prevent our dreams or ambitions from taking place. They block off our confidence-leaving our feeble minds consumed with doubt left to attempt to fulfill these dreams. Naturally...nothing gets done. No dream gets discovered. That alone leaves us bare. Without a dream, we're stuck. With our doubt, we can't have hope. And without this hope, our dreams lay abandoned...

ORIGIN OF THE TREE USE:

I walk along, exploring if you will, on a path overgrown with briars and weeds, in the middle of a dying forest. The leaves lay crumbling on the ground before me. My eyes trace up the trunk of a tree to the outreaching branches-bare as can be. I shudder even though there is no wind. All those trees without their leaves-it's so similar to how humans are without their hope....

ORIGIN OF BOOK USE:

I can't help but compare the innards of a book to a person's dreams. I feel that inside each and everybook, in one way or another, a piece of a dream is present. Each page contains new hope. Each sentence makes a statement of confidence. The book needs these sentences to flourish...just as we need our dreams to thrive.