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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