I have a special request to pass on to you, John, directly from the morning sun, herself; echoed by the clear blue sky, the earth under your feet, and the trees in your life who long for your presence. 

From time to time, however sporadic or brief, they'd absolutely adore your undivided attention. 

I'd want to know, so I thought you would, too. 

Wood,
  The Universe
John, in case you missed it yesterday… 

Thoughts become things... choose the good ones! ®
To reprint, credit and attribution to ©www.tut.com 
I know, I know John, you can't be everything to every tree, but you come amazingly close.