I often look at trees…. I marvel at their roots, incipient or deep…
At their lushness, at the color of their flowers, or the type of fruit they bear. I
examine them like a true Darwinian, and of course I also let their branches
sway my thoughts any which way. I like my facts, but I also like to let my mind
wander…. And so, I look up on ocassion to find a barren tree… Spring has
come and gone, and the trees have stayed… No leaves, no color, just the figure
of branches that look like arms begging at the sky…
I find that there is a beauty in a barren object, or even in a person.
It’s a trowback to a new beggining. Where else can you go? Only up…
The possibilities are endless…. A chance to star anew… To stop and
think, meditate and ponder….
The trees wisely stay calm, cause they know they will rebirth….
The birds will come and nest once again…. Birds songs will
fill the air soon enough…. And when winter comes, the tree
will be home again to those flying creatures that will serenate
in gratitude, the warm embrance of the loving tree.
The trees… Oh.. What loving souls they are, milenary in time,
timeless in love….. Who would have known that nature was such
a fantastic teacher ? When in sickness, or when in sadness, remember…
We are trees, we may be barren, but let’s never feel void. Cause, we will
bear fruit once again… Let’s not forget there are other umbrals waiting for
us , and when the time it’s right , we will reap once again. In this earth, or who
knows where… In the meantime, I will always feel blessed at the sight of the
Godness that is Mother Nature. I thank you for letting me see your face…