Like Trees

The mountains are alive with color and people flock to see the beautiful fall foliage. I find it interesting that leaves are most beautiful as they are about to die and fall to the ground. My mind started running and I came up with this idea. I realize the analogy doesn’t follow through in every aspect, but bear with me and see what you think. If people were like trees perhaps older folks would be more revered in our society. Perhaps the young ones would choose to spend more listening moments with them, gaining wisdom and knowledge that will soon be gone.

Like Trees

If people were like trees

They would love us

In each season of our life

 

Finding comfort and shade

In our towering strength

Admiring our refined appearance

Planted on the landscape of time

 

And, in the fall of life

Make special effort

To come before winter

And see all the magnificent beauty

Of our changing folage

 

The myriad array of colors

That makes us special

Before they’re is gone

With the cold winds of change

 

And our balding limbs

Put in brick boxes with windows

Injected with composting material

Observed from time to time

As we await our fate