I was thinking about trees.
How it is when you live with them.
How it is when you don't.
Living with them is to speak with them.
Living without them is missing the conversation -
New leaf.
Blossom bloom.
Wind whistling through.
Leaves adorning turning falling.
This thing called tree.
Embraces all manner of wonder.
All manner of beauty.
All manner of seasonal patterns -
Birth bud blossom - seed growing fruits.
Resting quiet stillness,
They love us you know.
Give without asking.
Don't make a fuss.
Tree is one of life's beauty things.
Like the mystic is to the soul.
Like the smile - friend to friend.
Stranger to stranger.
Lover to lover.
Child to parent grandfather/mother.
Like the learning curves bending us to love one another.
The beauty things.
Endless lists of them.
Tree is but one of them.
Given as gift.
Everyday.
The Beauty Things © 2007