Gift to the World

Whatever the conditions, where a tree sprouts is where it must live its life. Out of this grows its patience and wisdom. Trees know how to wait, to bide their time, to conserve their energy and use it to their best, most joyful advantage; this in turn becomes their gift to the world.

As I have aged, my bark has grown shaggy; knots have formed where my trunk and limbs were once supple and smooth. Sometimes I find small dry twigs and spiders in what’s left of my hair.

Because I can move, I often go to places where I can visit the patriarchs and matriarchs, the wise old cedars, maples, and firs. They are never distracted, never too busy to welcome me.

There will come a time, though, when I can no longer move. Maybe that will be part of my gift to the world.

[ 2026 ]