I've decided: when I grow up, I want to be a tree...
A tree is deeply rooted into the ground, drawing nourishment from Mother Earth. She lifts her branches high to the sky to receive sunshine and rain and air. She uses only what she needs, converting raw material into things she can use. What she doesn't use, she gives back to the "community" and offers the fruit for the enjoyment of those who come close.
She provides safe shelter for creatures of the air and land. She has many diverse friends; feathered or furred she welcomes their companionship. Sometimes it's for only a moment; sometimes it's for a season and rarely for a lifetime.
She enters every season with grace and a different "fashion statement": fragrant in spring, splashing emerald green from her limbs; shady leaves and fruit in summer, giving rest and relaxation; jack frost paints autumn's glorious colors as she prepares for the solemnity and magic of winter.
She accepts the passage of time with preparation and faith.
She sits dormant in the chilly winter without losing hope, because she knows the sun will shine again and bring life-giving warmth. Just when she thought she could endure no more and "the end" is near, she is roused from hibernation into newness of life.
She faces storms bravely, knowing they can take as well as give life. Brutal winds threaten to tear her limb from limb, but only remove weakened and dead parts of her which serve no purpose and can even limit her growth. After falling to the ground, the pruned branches decay over time into usable nutrients, eventually becoming a part of her in a very integral way. What was once part of her "body” is now part of her "soul".
Yes. When I grow up, I want to be a tree...
A tree is deeply rooted into the ground, drawing nourishment from Mother Earth. She lifts her branches high to the sky to receive sunshine and rain and air. She uses only what she needs, converting raw material into things she can use. What she doesn't use, she gives back to the "community" and offers the fruit for the enjoyment of those who come close.
She provides safe shelter for creatures of the air and land. She has many diverse friends; feathered or furred she welcomes their companionship. Sometimes it's for only a moment; sometimes it's for a season and rarely for a lifetime.
She enters every season with grace and a different "fashion statement": fragrant in spring, splashing emerald green from her limbs; shady leaves and fruit in summer, giving rest and relaxation; jack frost paints autumn's glorious colors as she prepares for the solemnity and magic of winter.
She accepts the passage of time with preparation and faith.
She sits dormant in the chilly winter without losing hope, because she knows the sun will shine again and bring life-giving warmth. Just when she thought she could endure no more and "the end" is near, she is roused from hibernation into newness of life.
She faces storms bravely, knowing they can take as well as give life. Brutal winds threaten to tear her limb from limb, but only remove weakened and dead parts of her which serve no purpose and can even limit her growth. After falling to the ground, the pruned branches decay over time into usable nutrients, eventually becoming a part of her in a very integral way. What was once part of her "body” is now part of her "soul".
Yes. When I grow up, I want to be a tree...
Photo credit: A pond for all seasons
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