There was once a tree standing tall and green in a beautiful valley giving shade to all the living things. It stood tall and proud soaking up the sun and drinking up the rain. It gave what it took in perfect balance for all living creatures that visited it's patch of earth. It was a life of service.. to provide shade, food, rest, home, fresh air and beauty. Life was peaceful and blessed.
Then it happened. A fire, a flood, insects or disease. Whatever it was, the existence the tree knew changed. From living to dead. Gone is the shade. Barren is the tree. It stands naked, blackened. A skeleton of what it once was. Yet it's spirit still is still there. Peacefully it stands, erect and graceful. No glimmering green leaves to distract from its austere beauty. Naked in it's natural state. Still providing value even in its death. What can a dead tree give? Take a look. It is still present. It teaches us a lesson that we can still stand and exist even in death. There is still strength in the presence of change and grief. There is still beauty and grace in the aftermath of pain. There is no end, only change and how we perceive this change and react to this change is up to us. We can look at this tree and see something ugly, or we can look at this tree and see the beauty and feel its presence even in death.
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