Today I painted a tree.
I like trees.
Maybe it is the way they move,
they sway in the wind,
sometimes they bend,
and even break.
Trees are outside,
drawing us to look up,
to remember that we are small.
I climbed trees a little as a kid,
but it wasn’t my main thing,
some kids couldn’t get enough of it.
climbing to the point of no return
even falling out and breaking or bruising.
I enjoy root systems
going in all directions
the strength of each tree
on the surface we cannot see
yet deep down they go
holding up the mighty tree
We had this tree in our front yard
it started to pull up the driveway,
then the sidewalk,
this tree did not even seem that big,
yet under the surface it was wreaking havoc on the concrete.
eventually the tree went away.
it was cut out,
yet the concrete remains cracked,
it’s a remnant of the mighty little tree.
What are we like under the surface?
how deep do your roots go?
is there more to you than what is on the surface?
I like to paint trees.
side-note: I did 20 pushups in the airport today. That is 20 more than 0 🙂