Branching Out- II

There is a huge portion of our lives reflecting within the trees.

All of them are rooted (grounded); and yet, spread their branches all across the sky. Make a kid stand under a big tree; he would tell all you the same. He would barely be able to see the blue of the sky. The strangest fact is the flying beauties- birds make those trees their dwelling.

The complete concept is a paradox.

While the stem is often thick and coarse; the roots dig deeper into the chest of the earth to hold the tree firm. Those strands then pave way into the soil, through the pebbles and dirt and stand the tree as strong as it wants itself to get. The roots don’t mind getting dirty in the process. It would crawl though deads, fossils, rot, rocks and what not. Those creepy twiney things would gather enough strength for itself to keep springing downwards while secretly joining firm in a form of stem outside the ground and let the branches spread around again like roots but with leaves and flowers too.

How the same jiggly wiggly roots become strong branches swaying in the air!

It seems that the past (roots) stances gather enough courage (stem) to stand tall (tree) and spread out (branching) beautifully (leaves) and ornamentally (flowers), bear fruit (fruits) of their withstanding determination. What amazes me even more is the fact that the birds nest on the same branches. Leaving a few species of rock birds, almost all of them roost over the shaky branches; displaying their true aerial nature. Perhaps they too wish to remain grounded.

It’s these roots that hold secure the tree.

While the aerial branches maybe swaying with the wind; the roots hold the wooden growth firmly in its place. It tells us to stick to our basics, and then let go of ourselves accordingly!

You’ll never see a leaf or a plant grieving upon the weather. Instead it may have already adapted itself to it. No matter however harsh the sun may have been; the 1st sprinkles of rain drops would be enough to make them nod in joy. They will shine their greens to state the fact mentioned. They wouldn’t curl up in vendetta and not soak up the drops. Contrarily, it would soak up enough rain to last for some really harsh days to come. Look around, no matter how harsh the weather keeps; the moment it rains, the greens sway in joy. For the time that it keeps parched, they do not grow bitter and stand stiff against the dewy breeze. They shower themselves down in that rain- no matter how strong the fall may be or how light the drizzle may be. It changes its sway accordingly. Standing still and not stiff in heavy downpour and moving its branches while under a drizzle.

Perhaps they are the ones who enjoy all the seasons and have mastered the art of adaptation. No matter what weather falls, they keep their heads high up and away in joy whenever there is little rain.

  • No matter what, remain grounded.
  • It’s a good idea to sway with the wind.
  • Don’t crib if it’s sun or rain; adapt accordingly.


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About Olivia

Corporate worker, textile designer, writer.
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4 Responses to Branching Out- II

  1. Jamie Dedes says:

    Rain brings flowers. Sun makes food.

    Choas before creativity …

    Everything is good. Everything has it’s time, even us! 🙂

    • Olivia says:

      Yes.. indeed! I am feeling that very strongly. That’s precisely why I step back and think about everything that’s happening real time and I discover many facts that we eventually ignore because of rishing around- like I did long years back! Then again, it’s never too late to start 🙂

      Thank yo so much xoxox

  2. Bodhirose says:

    This is beautiful, Olivia. If only I could adapt myself as agreeably to the “rains” and cloudy days that come my way. We can learn a lot about how to live life from the wonderful examples of trees. A very inspiring write. 🙂

    Love and hugs,
    Gayle xoxo

    • Olivia says:

      Thanks Gayle!!
      This happens to be a part of that NaNoWriMo.. now posting here bit by bit..
      It’s the sun that dries me up.. rain has always been a part of my life till now.. so am fine with that- lolss

      Sending you Love xox

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