my tree at dusk

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God, today I have been admiring the gorgeous trees you have created all over our planet.  I am so grateful for your artistry and ingenuity.  There are over 100,000 species of trees on this earth.  Each variety unique in bark, branch, root, leaf, size, habitat and usefulness.  I cannot even begin to fathom the number of leaves that means.  Each leaf unique.  Exquisitely crafted and colored.  An individual pattern of veins and edging tracing a map on each one.  How magnificent!  How amazing!  This world you have created is mesmerizing in its detail.  The trees breathe in the waste of my air, carbon monoxide.  I breathe in the waste of their air, oxygen.  We are sympatico.  Yin and Yang breathing in an elemental opposition, yet in perfect compliment.

 

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Nothing feels as wonderful when the sun is beating down its summer heat than finding the cooling shade of an ancient oak.  Laying on my back, I watch the breeze dance the leaves as glints of sun sparkle in the midst.  Flames of green bearing heat away.  The cooling freshness of the green canopy spreading its protective arms over me.  During a thunderstorm, this same canopy helps shelter me from the rain as I listen to the plop, plop of each drop beating on the drum skin of my tree.  I hide beneath the home of so many creatures, insects, birds, small game.  I praise you, God, and am so grateful for this free, found shelter.  No rent or mortgage here.  And in the winter, the stark bare branches line the landscape like so many fingers pointing skyward in silent witness to their creator.  Creaking under weights of snow, lined like shadowed drawings, they form their silhouettes against the land and sky,  connecting heaven and earth.

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But my favorite remains the painter’s brush of colors you pour onto the world in autumn.  Reds, yellows, purples, oranges, browns pulse with living colors against the cooling brilliant blueness.   The fire of the sugar maple is so vivid it almost hurts my soul to gaze at it.  Such beauty etched upon my heart as a riotous love letter from you to me and back again.  The colors pulling me inward and heavenward, soaring through joy in just existing in this magnificent place you have created.  Oh, God, what your hand has wrought is far too wondrous for my mind to grasp.  And yet you set me higher than all of this sweetness.  Thank you.  Thank you for each amazing tree, each leaf, each branch, each root which burrows deep into the earth.  This good earth.  I am grateful for trees and they are good.

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