How The Branches Of A Tree Have Something Special To Reveal

Looking upon a tree, marvelous wonders reveal themselves. The branches extend upwards and arch out, over and around the trunk of the tree. They hang suspended there. The wood of the tree supports them. The wood is dense and secure. It didn't exist at all prior to the tree gradually coming to exist upon the earth. Now it exists and is wonderfully manifest. It can't be brought down except by strenuous effort and exertion of human muscles, which themselves have come to exist from out of nothing.

The roots of the tree are hidden underground. They occupy a parallel and reflective dimension to the visible branches. They represent the unseen source and well of strength of all that comes to appear upon the terrestrial surface of the earth.

The tree is variable and becoming. It is mutable through the seasons, dropping its dead leaves in the Autumn: Awe-Tomb. This is neat. It's a splendid season of death in which the dancing reaper prances about, whispering death threats that are acted upon in the wind.

Now the tree is going to be barren and spare throughout the winter. It might get some snow on it at some point, and this will transform it into another dimension altogether from the one it lives in presently.

The tree has many secrets and well thought-out plans for its future. At this moment it plans to cloak itself anew with leaves in the Spring. It's keeping this a secret now, though, because it knows it would be laughed at like a madman were it to boast of what is to be. It's just too improbable that resurrection is possible upon the earth.

The tree is worshipping the Lord under heaven's dome. It's just one of many reverencers and devotees of God, alongside the woodshed, the stars, and the night. It's silent in its wisdom and speaks what it knows in demonstrations rather than words. It's the antidote to noise everywhere, and the compensation for all vain proclamation. It transcends all showmanship and branches out in radiation free of vanity and ambition. No social climber or sycophant, the tree bends to no one but the wind.