Playing favorites

Moss hangs, sways from the weathered trees; oaks, cypress and imported maples, like grey beards. How appropriate does it show there age, even better than there rings. There heritage and history presented proudly. Firmly standing, stretching, showing there territory earned by seniority along small lakes in small towns. These gardians of the lake spaced ever so slightly just enough to allow strangers a glimpse of the shimmering blues and greens. The ancient arboreal have endured hurricanes, tornadoes, hail and chain saws. They’ve seen there grandfathers cut down, cousins blown over, even a distant relative who suffered lightning, splitting him from the highest branch to the lowest root. Baring witness to the coldest winters and the hottest summers, torrential rains and torturous droughts. This history only reviled when one is laid to rest. They have endured and outlived us, peacefully coexisting offering shade and sharing the breeze, providing the exchange required for us to stay alive and in return receiving only our short company. How one-sided this relationship is that He has established. We are truly favored among His creations.

~ by foxfire451 on November 28, 2008.