I saw this tree. It was huge. The leaves were all the shades of green you could imagine. The roots could be seen, you know those types of roots that you trip over? Yea, well these were really big. I looked at the tree and I thought of Pocahantas. You know Mother Willow or whatever that tree's name is. This tree reminded me of her. I thought of the tree whispering all the secrets it has seen. And when the branches swayed I felt like it was whispering to me. Freaky. I thought of how majestic trees are. And I thought how this one must be the Queen of trees or at least the great grandmother of the trees. The tree was soothing, it was forboding, it was inviting. I had the strongest urge to climb the limbs of this tree and put my cheek against it's bark. And let it's quiet strength feed me strength.
If I believed in reincarnation I would want to come back as that tree. All the lovers lean on it, all the children climb it, and all the birds build their nests in it. This tree has seen my grandparents grow old, this tree has inspired poems, this tree has seen beauty. This tree is beauty. It has seen terrible things yet it stands tall. It has gone through terrible winters, and horrible storms; yet it stands firm. A more courageous tree I have yet to see.
I thought about the hands that formed this giant and I wondered how big they were. I imagined Gods hands separating each branch from the other and curving and twisting them as if they were wires. I imagined Him thinking of leaves and then having them appear in His enormous hands and His breath, the breath of life, blew them onto the empty branches. And I saw the leaves gently falling and filling the branches and when they met, the leaves rustled and sighed as if they were happy to be home.
This tree made me think of God. How God stands firm through time. How He has seen horrible things and yet He is unmoving. The promises He spoke thousands of years ago can still be claimed today. I took comfort in the solace that the tree offered. I took comfort in my God.