The branches seemed to stretch to the sky. If only they were able to reach it. They are rooted in the soil and it is clearly impossible for their outstretched limbs to graze the heavens above. But, who is to say what's impossible? They just want more. More laughter, more money, more love... More of anything has always seemed to be better. We will always have the potential to be more, to be greater at whatever it is we are doing. We are the branches and this world is our trunk... our realm of infinite potential. It is up to us and our ambitions to uproot it.