Trees are beautiful. I think that I would like to have been a tree. They stand with the sun on their faces, soaking energy from its light. The breeze moves through their leaves, gently caressing the total body. When the rains come softly, they catch the tiny drops from the air and moisten their own roots. When the wind and the rains blast against the tree, it bends and twists, but comes back. The life energy is strong in a tree.
Some people personify trees even more than I do. Here is such a tree, a happy tree in a beautiful section of town.
