I wonder if trees ever want to run. Are they discontent with staying put? A nice gentle breeze that rustles through their leaves feels good. But does it bother them when fierce winds buffet and they can’t duck?
A gentle rain is refreshing but are they frightened for life and limb during perilous lightning striking downpours? Do you think they’re sad that children don’t climb, swing and giggle in them because they’ve been replaced by video games?
People flock, phones and cameras in hand, to marvel at them in the Fall. Yes, when they are shedding their coats of many colors before standing exposed and abandoned in the cold. Would they want to hide their nakedness?
Do they know how important they are? How beautiful? Even the twisted ones? Maybe especially the twisted ones. They are life givers and friends. They are oxygen, fruit, flowers, medicine, shelter, and shade.
Some do travel:
Trees are primped and trimmed and cared for before being cut down to be magically transformed with lights, bangles, and garlands, bringing joy to families everywhere.
They are homes to birds and squirrels before becoming homes for people. Shady places to sit under before becoming tables and chairs. They traverse lakes, streams and oceans as boats. And as crates, they see the world.
If they knew their fates, would they choose to stay rooted – content in their healthy, health-giving small worlds? I wonder.
