This Little Bit of Being...

 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