My dead cousin climbed down from one in a dream.
He told me it was easier. The second time he appeared after his death, he climbed down from one with my assistance. He had leaves in his hair. I have dreamed of him again since then, this time he climbed from the one in my backyard. Peering through the deck porch window. I miss him and I imagine he goes there to meet me in the middle.

He told me where he is, is just somewhere else. Its easier here, than where you are he said.

To me, trees are portals in every dimension of life. Trees carry our secrets and see everything. Its no wonder he went there to meet me.