There is a tree inside all of us.
Emerging green from the moist dark labyrinths, it is about a childhood, spent pretending to play with the wind, without realizing that one tended to bend with it. It is also about observing what other tree folks did around you. Some bent and learned to straighten up, albeit slowly. Some simply crashed, and would be helped up and supported for a while. And some, pushed their roots deep in, and stood firm, as they could, in the wind.
It is about a teenage, when you think you have your feet roots firmly in, you notice others, big and small around you, and you marvel at the color of the others, slowly developing amidst the green anatomy. A teenage, when you firm up your base and spine, and realise that to be a real tree, you must take responsibility for those branches, and leaves and flowers that are to come later, thanks to your nurturing , using the wonderful sap from the earth, and the air above.
A settling in, well established now with branches taking you out into the world, , leaves spouting like ideas, sometimes in great order and sometimes in a bouquet; and flowers, introducing a new life stage , where it isn't all about the tree, but how it relates to other trees around.
This is when the tree learns . That life is often about spreading your branches wide , to bring shelter and shade to those traumatised by the Heat of Life. That life is about offering your branches as a place for settling down, for those temporarily looking to build a home. That life is never perfect, and it is sometimes about scars created by those who get their joy from breaking you and cutting you. That life still gives you hope again, as you dig deeper into your roots, get encouraged, and rebuild all over again.
That , on a good day, life is often about being the cynosure of other tree eyes, as fruits and buds adorn it, and admiring bees and birds home into the tree. Being part of the Society Of Trees, means sharing the pollen across the land.
Sometimes, some trees have willful anatomical members. Tough looking roots, that grow the wrong way, down from the sky, to anchor themselves again in the soil. Perhaps, they know, that the tree is going to be widely admired , and of great social good, and needs all the support it can get.
And then again, life is all about birthing a fruit, nurturing it and then watching it move away. Sometimes, simply misled by a pretty bird to fall down, sometimes carefully taken away by another fruit, and sometimes just a result of facing the rage of nature in torrential winds and rain.
Sometimes the fruits travel far and wide, and change in ways that cannot be imagined. Sometimes, they mature earlier than usual, thanks to unsavoury chemical friends. And the tree sighs in the wind, and shakes down a few leaves and wonders what kind of world misleads and spoils.
And then again, it must decide, whether to welcome an occasional new attachment, a latching-on prior to a future meshing-in. There is much to teach the new attachment, and much to learn from it. And much to teach those around watching it all.
It is often about how to treat others living in your shadow. About sharing your root resources with them. About sharing what you have even when not enough.
Sometimes, it is about not hiding your emotions , and realising how it helps in stressful times, like the fall season before winter, when some folks simply turn an angry orange or a stubborn brown. And realising, that these days too, must always pass.
It is difficult to be constantly aware all the time, worrying about everything and everyone.
And then once again, it learns, to look up at the sky, gathering all its geriatric high branches together, and endeavours to put the previous life behind.
It has been an interesting, tough, occasionally thrilling, gratifying life. it is time to withdraw from the worries of growth and the occasional shaking of beliefs.
It is time to thank the stars for not meeting a woodcutter at any point, though , it is , of course, possible , that one may cease to exist given the cement and concrete greed that has recently appeared on the horizon.
It is now time to forget the growing, the tears, the smiles, the ambitious neighbors, and the newly developed sometimes creaky trunk.
It is clearly, time to simply look up at the sky, and celebrate the blue, and the gold as you smile at the One who put you there in the first place ......