I have always been in love with trees,
And any kind of tree has the ability
To hold my heart captive for a time.
When I was young, sadness became
A constant part of who I was.
Just looking at a Weeping Willow
Reminded me that even while bent
From the storms of life, it had beauty.
It’s roots grew strong underground,
And its curving branches allowed it
To bend with the pounding rain.
When I was in need of joy and happiness,
The Cottonwood Tree would dance for me.
Tall, shimmering leaves quivering in the wind,
Branches stood strong in the summer storms.
Leaves turned golden in the fall, filling
The woods with a treasure of gold
That covered the ground in a yellow blanket.
I would lie on my back and watch
The trembling leaves shake and toss
Against a blue sky filled with fluffy clouds.
I felt safe and beautiful just like the tree.
When I felt weak and full of fear,
I would wrap my arms around the
Oak Tree or the Sycamore, knowing
That by feeling and touching them,
Their strength would flow in to me
And give me the power to face life
With dignity and upright courage.
I never doubted for a moment
That these trees and I were
Melded into one, a part of the whole.
Trees became a living part of me.