The Loving Tree

There is a tree that sits on a hill. It stands alone, looking over cities and towns. Dangling from its long branches are ribbons and small papers, subtly dancing with the breeze. This Loving Tree carries burdens weighing you down so you needn’t carry them alone. Those burdens float effortlessly, written on the small papers dangling from the long branches. What has been weighing you down? What would you write on your piece of paper? What do you wish you could let go of?