So there is tree at a place I know, which will remain unnamed for the privacy of the area. I can’t help, but think how the tree looks alive, as if waving at people as they drive by. Whether a friendly greeting or a sullen good-bye, where he wishes he could say come back. It makes me think of the book “The Giving Tree” and how the boy had epic adventures with his tree, and how that tree loved him.
I imagine if this tree were in my yard as a child that I would have had a great many conversations and adventures with it. On the days I see this tree I am reminded of an old wise man, withered by age, who has many stories to share of things from the past. I wonder if the stories would be happy or sad. Would it tell me how children use to climb his trunk and swing from his branches or sit on his arm while they imaginary adventures. Does he miss times when people were outdoors, giving him a chance to witness their fun and hear their stories. Does he miss the memories he once made with
families that lived there years ago. How did he feel when the first street was put in near him. I wonder had he lost any tree friends because they needed room for a house, a road, a driveway. Or was he always alone until new trees were planted near by.
Did he tell of his stories, to these new trees, of all he has seen so that those stories live on long after he’s gone. Would the new trees even care, did they like the roads because that is what they knew, it is the norm. Or would he be known as the old funny man who lived down the road, who lived in the past. Would others think his wise words just nonsense and gibberish. Would they wish they listened when he finally gave up, would he even be missed. Would he miss the world as it is now or would he be ready to go on, so he could live in a dream of the past.
If only nature could talk to us, what would it say. Would we find it disappointed in the way we do things today, would they view us as selfish, cruel or inhumane? Or would they still love us like the tree in the book, giving us stuff till it could give us no more. Until that day we look back realizing we have taken far too much and given so little. Would we not even find a stump to come back to.
We need to remember to appreciate nature and the kindness bestowed upon us by God’s beautiful artistry that we see all around us in the world. And just maybe if you listen long enough, you may just hear their words whispering in the wind or through the leaves.