While I was sitting here for a little farewell to my beloved Red Maple,
Victoria and I decided we should turn it into a Giving Tree (not to make a boat and sail away in search of happiness) but to make a bench out of part of it...
(now we are trying to persuade the males of the household that a bench is more valuable than firewood;)
This little bit of being buffeted, rough-housed, slipshod
Is all part of the journey on our return trip to God
This decanter of laughter when Nature applauds spring’s hour
And pours into uplifted winter-weary cups a flow’r
…and lets us learn how lows and highs of Having’s albatross
Will multiply our sorrow with the bearing of its loss
…how we are never too old to learn something new, and oh
The joy and grief of love is something we never outgrow
And all the while through smile and slight, through frown
and flight we find
This little bit of life is far too swiftly left behind
© Janet Martin
We, I think, have always felt a kinship to trees, such as depicted in this wonderful music video
