Trees Stay Strong

Madhu Kalyan By Madhu Kalyan, 16th Dec 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/jcvnk0n1/
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Trees have it hard too. They stand there, and look pretty -- a beautiful creation of nature. but they have many hardships. Hardships such as storms, and the yearly passing of seasons. Grow and grow. Trees will grow until they reach the sky. Growing and growing until they reach their limits. Until they can grow no more. To live, trees will do whatever it takes to live -- to find water.

Trees Stay Strong



Trees have it hard too. They stand there, and look pretty -- a beautiful creation of nature. but they have many hardships. Hardships such as storms, and the yearly passing of seasons. Grow and grow. Trees will grow until they reach the sky. Growing and growing until they reach their limits. Until they can grow no more. To live, trees will do whatever it takes to live -- to find water. Gripping the dirt beneath them to stay grounded, while their roots go down, down to find water. Down to what makes their living possible.

Trees will have those days. Those days where they have no choice but to stand against the wind and rain. The wind and rain. Their goal to blow everything away in a single night, or even a few days. What seems to be forever. But the trees stand strong. Losing a few leaves in the journey of the storm, but they keep growing. Keep growing despite the loss.

Yearly seasons come and go. Fall takes all the leaves away. Some try hard to stay -- the trees wanting to never let go, but they can’t hold on forever. It wasn’t meant to be. Winter comes around and the last of the leaves blow away into the wind. Trees let their own color fade -- their most beautiful imperfection. Looking dead and bony and weak trees never stop growing. Soon covered in ice, white snow, people say dead. People see dead. People assume dead. But oh, shall the trees show them wrong. Snow, white cold snow, cling for their fragile existence as the sun warms the earth. Color has been slowly reuniting with the trees. Spring, is here. I am not dead, they shout -- leaves full of new color and life. I am not dead, as you said. I am not dead, as you assumed. I am not dead; rather, I am stronger. For I have survived yet another winter. A time of cold, sadness and death, and I have survived.

Nothing wrong, they say. Nothing wrong except -- except what? They are in the way. Chop, chop, snap. Boom. They are too big, too tall. Chop, chop, snap. Boom. They are too small; too small to stand against all the big things in the world -- to small to survive. Chop, chop, snap. Boom. They are too ugly. Too pretty. Too much, tree. A problem. So we shall cut you down. Cut you down, so that all our worries die with you. So your imperfections die with you. And if you fight, they won’t stop. They won’t stop.

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Air, Dead, Forest, Growth, Heave, Life, Lust, Money, Plant, Strong, Tree, Trees

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
16th Dec 2014 (#)

A good post showing your feelings for trees.

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author avatar Madhu Kalyan
18th Dec 2014 (#)

Thank you

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