Trees are the key to our survival, bringing us oxygen, and pure air, giving us wood and fruit, allowing for an ecosystem rich with other plants and animals, bringing us beauty, joy, bringing us stability and beauty in world so often about a fast buck and a billboard, trees we love you, trees we bless you.
Until you dig a hole, you plant a tree, you water it and make it survive, you haven’t done a thing. You are just talking.
If you look closely at a tree you’ll notice it’s knots and dead branches, just like our bodies. What we learn is that beauty and imperfection go together wonderfully.
Consider a tree for a moment. As beautiful as trees are to look at, we don’t see what goes on underground – as they grow roots. Trees must develop deep roots in order to grow strong and produce their beauty. But we don’t see the roots. We just see and enjoy the beauty. In much the same way, what goes on inside of us is like the roots of a tree.
Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind.
“At night I dream that you and I are two plants
that grew together, roots entwined,
and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,
since we are made of earth and rain.”
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.
“Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.”