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2008-10-21T03:51:00.000-07:00

Trees

2007-09-26T17:31:00.000-07:00

I have always loved trees. As a little girl, I used to imagine them each with their own personality. I remember laying down for my childhood afternoon nap and looking out the window at the tall trees wondering what secrets they were whispering to each other. I fell asleep to the rustling sound of the wind through their leaves. I grew up playing in the woods with my brothers. The trees became forts, refuges, walls, corners, and prisons for bad men. Their leaves on the ground became a cushion of safety when flying in a daredevil jump from the highest branch we could brave.

I like to look at the trees while I'm driving. They line the long strips of road almost anywhere I go. They comfort and guide in stoic silence. I can recall family trips to the U.P. and Canada where the trees were so thick you could almost forget you were driving on a highway. It was easy to imagine oneself exploring the woods instead. Driving back and forth to Grand Valley, I would sometimes have my breath stolen away by the lush shades of green contrasting one another, or the blazing colors of fall as the sun spent it last daylight across them.

Trees are strong. They are silent, yet they whisper comfort. They offer shade, play, and fresh oxygen. I exhale my gratitude. Their roots go deep and sometimes surface creating a precarious, yet interesting landscape! Trees are always the same, yet ever changing.

I love to breathe them in.

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