If I showed you my garden could you find the spot where a smiling tree had once shaded the land?
Now, not even a stub remains. Only soil and a hole where life once grew old and wise. Still, I remember the tree.
A new tree grows nearby. A lean tree. The leaves are different, curled like a wave. When I sit in its shade I smell the ocean. And I feel peace.
I am thankful for the trees. For the blessings before, ever present now, and the blessings to come.
I’m watering the new tree. When I look up a canopy of branches spread far and wide. Leaves shimmer in the sunlight. In the breeze the curly leaves sing. Some fall to the soil, filling the hole.
And that makes me happy.
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So beautiful! 🌞
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