Saturday, April 26, 2008

The leaves should have been opening. The bare branches would have been reaching, curling, twisting, ghastly all winter long. But now they should have had buds with the promise of a fuller silhoutte coming soon. A symbol of spring, times to come. When the buds came, I knew summer was soon to follow.
The unfurling leaves on the bare branches spiraling inot the sky did not just symbolize the coming of a season. The trees, so big you couldn't hug one and grab your hands on the other side, were ancient in my eyes. Surely they held secrets about the past, eras they had grown through. If they had a voice, what stories would they share?
I cannot help but wonder who took and ax to the first tree and who planted those trees and all the time in-between.

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