Low-angle view of a towering redwood tree with sprawling branches and textured bark.

The Wisdom of Trees

We
Could learn
To listen to trees —
Grow in the light,
Embrace the dark,
Feel full and strong,
Show your true colors,
Protect those under you,
Support those around you,
Bend with the wind, but stand tall,
Provide your abundance to those with less,
Learn to have thick skin and still have compassion,
Remember your roots, but reach for the stars —
Love,
Love,
Love.


My mind has been dark lately. I realized I needed to play, and not write anything too deep. So, I thought it would be fun to create a piece inspired by trees that is also tree shaped.

Did it work?

As always, thanks for reading.

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