Look at the bark’s exterior, striated, cracked fibers, clinging to its core, the skin of the elderly. Look at those roots, gnarled with age, much like some humans, as our years move forward.
Think about the unseen life harbored within the confines of the tree, ants, other insects, squirrels, frogs, raccoons, weeds, and seeds of life ready to burst forth, much like the children we have harbored, and loved, within our arms.
Trees, similar to us (or vice versa), connections to the past bring life to the present, and spread their branches outward, creating environmental love, elegance and continuing ancestral connections. Think about the unseen, the beauty, the wonderment of it all.
Copyright Lorri M.