The Tree

This tree is a special one, it has been through a lot. Decapitated, destroyed at the trunk where it matters most. Yet despite all of its hardships, it has only grown closer together, the branches thickening and strengthening. Because the poison that was once part of it, has been cut off. The leaves have become more lush, and they multiply many more times quicker than ever before. But because the tree was cut down, it is laying on its side, and it knows it won't ever be put back up, because the things that were done were irreparable. so it is crying. Crying all the tears it hadn't when it was in the shock of being cut down. Because this wasn't a one day thing. This tree has been cut many times before it fell. So here it is, clinging to the one thing it knows won't move, the one thing it had originally sprouted out from, then took root in it. The stability of the ground comforts it. And so here it will lay, as the the other trees grow tall and strong, it must remain on the ground, because of those many cuts, those many degrading actions that had taken place, all ending in he call of Timber! on Saturday afternoon. Sometimes the tree wonders how tall it might have grown, how strong it might have gotten, if it hadn't been cut down...And each new day, it has to forgive. Forgive the damage that was done. So it does. But that does not repair the damage, it only makes room for love. Because it knows now, that at the end of the day, what else really matters? It is the love that holds this tree together, even when it was the thing that was threatening, keeps it from rotting, from falling all the way apart.