Some trees are more pleasing to the eye than others, but I love them all the same. I admire them for their strength of character. I always reflect on that when I’m just sitting by my lonesome somewhere outdoors.
Trees are not stubborn, refusing to yield. They are not arrogant, refusing to be the object of the wind’s subject. Its strength is in the solidity of its foundation, that trunk rooted in God-inspired faith and God-inspired knowing.
The tree can sway left, right, forward and backward according to the wind, but it does not allow itself to be uprooted so easily. The tree is not so weak that the injuring of a branch or the falling of its leaves render it useless or too damaged physiologically or egotistically to continue to grow after a hardship faced.
Not only do the trees inform our vision of the seasons, or provide us shelter from the sun or the perfect place to etch our first love into their backs, but the tree has lessons to teach us.
If we just sit silently and lonely for a while observing the tree in her wind dance and in her tranquility, we may learn lessons in patience, steadfastness, humility, flexibility, conviction, and ultimately, complete and total trust in and acquiescence.
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