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sobriqueThere's a tree outside my window. Must be 30ft. tall.
I like trees.
I'm reminded of the place where I grew up. There was an old chestnut tree that'd been there for as long as I can remember. That one must be nearer 50ft tall. I climbed that tree. Hung a swing from it's branches. Grew up playing in it's shade.
Last time I went by, that tree was still there. There's a new family living in that house now. A couple with triplets. I wonder if they will play beneath that chesnut as I did.
That tree has stood there for at least twenty five years, probably nearer a hundred.
It's been through a lot. Achingly cold weather, fierce storms, long periods of drought and long years.
And through it all, it's still there. Giving shade and shelter to all that would seek it.
That tree taught me an important, if simple lesson.
It's stood as a monument to a single fact.
"Life goes on".
That tree has been there many years. And will probably still be there when I die.
It takes a lot to worry a tree.
"Life goes on" is just a way of saying that through joy and woe, bad times and good times, there's always tomorrow. Always a new day, that may bring the first rains of spring.
I think to myself, that that tree has probably had a lot of shit go it's way. It's still there, defiant and proud because it's been through the storms.
Sometimes I think it would be good to be a tree. Looking on at the world, seeing it go by, and knowing that in a hundred years, things that seem so terrible and overwhelmingly important now won't really matter.
I like trees.
I'm reminded of the place where I grew up. There was an old chestnut tree that'd been there for as long as I can remember. That one must be nearer 50ft tall. I climbed that tree. Hung a swing from it's branches. Grew up playing in it's shade.
Last time I went by, that tree was still there. There's a new family living in that house now. A couple with triplets. I wonder if they will play beneath that chesnut as I did.
That tree has stood there for at least twenty five years, probably nearer a hundred.
It's been through a lot. Achingly cold weather, fierce storms, long periods of drought and long years.
And through it all, it's still there. Giving shade and shelter to all that would seek it.
That tree taught me an important, if simple lesson.
It's stood as a monument to a single fact.
"Life goes on".
That tree has been there many years. And will probably still be there when I die.
It takes a lot to worry a tree.
"Life goes on" is just a way of saying that through joy and woe, bad times and good times, there's always tomorrow. Always a new day, that may bring the first rains of spring.
I think to myself, that that tree has probably had a lot of shit go it's way. It's still there, defiant and proud because it's been through the storms.
Sometimes I think it would be good to be a tree. Looking on at the world, seeing it go by, and knowing that in a hundred years, things that seem so terrible and overwhelmingly important now won't really matter.
