Blowing in the wind

I've always been fascinated by trees, as a kid i would sit under them and examined the bark and the branches i could see up close. I stopped climbing them after falling out of one and breaking my leg. However as an adult my best friend started a tree service company and i would climb and cut trees with him.
I helped him with that for a few years before i moved away. His business is pretty successful now. It's been nice watching it grow from afar and remembering how it was at the start. I'm sitting outside now watching the trees blow in the wind. It's majestic how they sway back and forth and the sound the leaves make as they rustle in the wind.
I remember working for him and being high in a tree riding a branch as the wind was blowing it was always an adrenaline rush even though you knew nothing was going to snap.
Some of the most peaceful places i know are in the south on small cliff side surrounded by tree tops. I spent a lot of time in some valleys like that as a teenager escaping everything. I'd camp up there facing the cliff with a fire pit on the otherside. I felt like nothing could bother me besides another person.
The cliffs weren't that high but tall enough that animals can't climb up and animals avoid fire. So I'd sit there feeling untouchable watching trees blow in the wind with their rustling and creaking and the crackling of the fire behide me providing warm protection and a way to cook. It was a safe comfortable escape.