I love trees 🌲🌳 like, really love them. And I wanted to share some thoughts on them, if you guys don’t mind 😘 One of the most profound lessons I have learned from trees sprouted (see what I did there?) from a deep contemplation I was having one Tuesday afternoon while in the forest two years ago.
I realized that every winter, trees besides ones like these pine trees, trees of all kinds, lose their leaves, draw low in nutrients and sunlight, and are forced into a position of something like death. Dead trees, we call them. The sun has gone away and it is cold and there is so little to feel. It is a dark time for trees. 🌚
But, after every winter, when the sun starts to weakly shine 🌤 🌧 and the warmth returns, they blossom once more into beautiful life. Even after their brutal season of depression and near death, they spread their branches forth in victory every spring. They are victorious over their dark times, every year. Every single year of their lives.
How hopeful trees seem to remain. How inspiring their hope is for mine. For I can hope, when it is dark and cold and I feel near death, for the sun to come again. The winter may be long, but the sun will be very nice.