On a drive by road, I noticed a lonesome tree, atop a hill, that just made me gaze at it, till it was out of my sight. A tree is a reminder of what you were once, slowly fading away to oblivion in the tsunamis of life. A thing that is of great beauty and a symbol of courageous strength. It is my sanctuary both physically and psychologically. I admire and adore the very existence of a tree, that may have many untold stories to tell.
A tree gives a rare insight into life. It stays rooted deep down and always grounded, but the tree also lets go of everything gracefully, knowing life has to go on with or without them. They live and breathe, but knows the transitional pain of changes and still dances with an inner rhythm of change without holding on to that which has to leave you. In my inner turmoils, I look up to a tree for inspiration, though it is difficult to emotionally imbibe those qualities.
On my morning walks, I observe the trees that look barren without its leaves, but it is still a shelter to those that need a resting place. As the seasons change I see the green shoots on the branches, I derive a joy knowing that life has sprouted in them. It's patience to persevere and the strength to withstand, regenerate and adapt to the changes, still standing with its head high with pride of having tide over everything is a great accomplishment. It goes into a dormant stage but rejuvenates and unfurls itself.
Many a time, I have wished I could be like a tree, free to grow and be unique by itself, learning to let go and rooted.
A tree gives a rare insight into life. It stays rooted deep down and always grounded, but the tree also lets go of everything gracefully, knowing life has to go on with or without them. They live and breathe, but knows the transitional pain of changes and still dances with an inner rhythm of change without holding on to that which has to leave you. In my inner turmoils, I look up to a tree for inspiration, though it is difficult to emotionally imbibe those qualities.
On my morning walks, I observe the trees that look barren without its leaves, but it is still a shelter to those that need a resting place. As the seasons change I see the green shoots on the branches, I derive a joy knowing that life has sprouted in them. It's patience to persevere and the strength to withstand, regenerate and adapt to the changes, still standing with its head high with pride of having tide over everything is a great accomplishment. It goes into a dormant stage but rejuvenates and unfurls itself.
Many a time, I have wished I could be like a tree, free to grow and be unique by itself, learning to let go and rooted.
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