Towering over me, with many hands waving a peaceful “Good Morning” in the breeze, I feel it’s ancient energy.
It’s shadow protecting me as I sit beneath, wondering what he has seen in his lifetime, how many hands have tried to understand him. He shakes his head as if to say, “Don’t worry about me, go and be free”. But I cannot, for every time I see him stare out into the pond before us, his branches dipping into the cool, crisp surface, watching the ripples travel farther than he ever will.
His neighbors contently planted into the tough surface, seeing themselves change and watching their colors fade. But this tree is different, he’s been around long enough to know.
That there is more to life if you follow the wind, as far as it will go.