The lonely tree

 From a distance… I see a rough surface like a dried desert. I hear a lawn mower at the point that it is as noisy as the really loud shark sirens at the beach (woo woo).

Close up… I smell leaves falling softly from the trees like snow falling peacefully from the sky. I feel a rough surface at the point it feels like a wrinkly old wicked witch (cackle cackle).

Above me… I see a bird's nest like a barricaded fortress. I hear the loud wind whooshing in the wind on the point of it sounding like the waves from the sandy and loud beach (whoosh whoosh). 

Below me… I see brown moist dirt around the tree barricading the tree. I feel dirt and grass like the hard earth surrounding my feet like a mini stormtrooper army (pew pew).