I walk aimlessly, allowing myself to wallow in feelings bottled up too long. Feeling no warmth or reassurance from any human contact, I resort to being alone- feeling alone. But as I trudge my path, I approach a warm figure. This sturdy figure with long, thin expenditures stands firmly rooted into the ground. And just as a snake would shed their old skin, my dark blue aura dissipates by way of your brown and green colors that warm and calm my spirit.
Although I am strange and unknown to you, you reach out your long arms to me in attempt to bring me to your bosom. Once I am close and under your shade, you share words of wisdom and hope with me: “Even I was once stripped and bare, but I still bore fruit again. Changing stages of life are natural- even for me.” Your comfort and kindness are so good to me- I only wish I could repay you…. But there is a way to be grateful for this goodness- to come out and be with you again, bask in your beauty, savor your ever-changing leaves and colors, and take in the oxygen you supply me so I may breathe a little lighter.
I love your statuesque stances with outreached branches that evoke feelings of understanding and relief. I love your bright green colored leaves that filter sunlight rays through to warm my face. You’re my ever-present comfort and empathetic confidant- you share your wisdom with me and I feel accepted with you. I am peacefully alone with you; you never ask questions I don’t want to answer but you always yield answers to questions never even spoken.
My Beautifully Crooked Path 