SHARED SKIES

A tree spoke to me on a particularly sad day. Weeks after an intense typhoon, it was on its side, awkward, with its massive trunk twisted. Yet it seemed in deep peaceful sleep. I was pained: the tree was no longer the glorious giant nature intended it to be; instead, it was a messy heap of branches and leaves. I came closer and was humbled: the seemingly painful backbend of its trunk was a graceful curve. Its roots were still grounded, determined; its fresh new branches reached for the sky, hopeful. It said: “Let’s do a Take Two on Life.”

# posted by CloudWoman @ 15:39