Tree of Life

When I see a tree, I see myself.

I love trees, especially the Mid-spring trees. Green leaves, it's strong branches, the birds that encompass it. Its beautiful grace above us.

I think of a tree as our lives, the many things that hold it together. The trunk is our body, and how much it has grown, our maturity. The many branches are the support we've had, such as our friends, family. Then, we have the green leaves, which are the representation of our greatest memories in our lifetime. The greenest being the best memory to live onto.

When the fall hits, the tree beings to die, wither away into the cold winter. All of our memories, our strength, begins to fade off. When the spring starts, the trees begin to grow again, stronger than ever, regaining it's lush of leaves and life.

We have good times, and we have bad times. Our tree will be strong, lively, beautiful, during the good times. During the harsh times, it will be weak, because we are trying to gain our strength back and get everything back on track. We will always fluctuate, just like the tree of life.