The Tree

I saw a tree at the end of his life, I saw the wonders and trials he had seen, I saw the journey he was on, a life-path nearly gone. All his leaves were fallen, his trunk gnarled and furrowed. His branches, though cracked and twisted from the exertions of growing up, growing strong and carrying the leaves of so many seasons, were yet proud, a testament to his strength and joy. In the sun he stood quietly, remembering those days when the sap ran freely, coursing through him. The tales he could tell if we would only stop to listen, hear his wise voice deep within him. Look, though, at his journey, written above us for all to see. One trunk, tiny yet growing, he started life. Four branches, ten, then a hundred! Each branch a life choice, each twig a decision.
Look, now, at our own journey, written around us. Our lives are exactly the same as his but we have forgotten how to see the pathways of our life. Stop for a moment beside this tree, look at him closely. Remember the wonderful journey we can trace within ourselves if we sit and pause for a while and see, hear, feel what special wonders each tree has experienced and can share with us…

The Tree

Nick Meadows

Thornside, Australia

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