The Tree Says…

I sit under the evergreen tree that falls like a willow. I am tired. Tired of trying to keep it all together, do everything right, not let anyone down. Doing but it not being enough. Of living to other people’s expectations. I have forgotten what I know.

I look up at the small pinecone clusters at the ends of drooping branches. A few branches are empty of needles. Rocks near the base of the trunk make the tree look even stronger. The ground is bumpy far from the tree as the roots go long and deep.

No striving.

The tree gives what it was meant to give.

It stands in its own beauty and strength.

 

 

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