The ME tree.

Our professor last year assigned us to make our own write-ups about different themes. A year later, I happened to stumble on my old compilation of those write-ups. I decided to post this one here. Though this one is not highly academic, I hope readers will still find it inspiring.

 I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree..

It is one of the loveliest lines that could be heard on the forest of life, but we too must not miss to see that our very own self is a tree in its real nature.

I too, am a tree in that forest of life. There are many storms that may haul a tree, yet we admire it for standing throughout the disaster. It may lose some of its branches and its fruits may fall on the ground but its roots will remain anchored on the ground. I too, as a person may experience many typhoons that will shake me but I will put my anchorage on my roots—my spirit.

A tree can grow on a good soil, on sandy ones or salty land but it’s amazing to see trees in an inappropriate soil—showing signs that they wanted to emerge, to develop and bear fruits. We too, as humans may sometimes dwell on wrong places, but we can’t set aside the urge to grow, to learn and to be productive. It is in human nature to exist and strive for acknowledgement, so as the tree shown in the spreading of its leaves and expanding of its branches.

Another is that a tree can give anything in it. It may give its branches for firewood, its trunk for pillars and its fruit for food. I to, as a human being may give everything to anyone. My eyes for sympathy, ears for listening, mouth for words, hands for a tap and arms for a hug.

Similarly, who could forget the story of a tree that gave everything to a boy and was forgotten? Apparently, the trees story is a metaphor by some of us people who was forgotten after what  they have done to others.

A tree gives comfort, so do, we, people. Sometimes, I find myself comforting others—absorbing the heat of their worries so as a tree shading a person from the heat of the scorching sun.

A tree is nourished by its caretakers. I too, have God to look after me. Trees are scarred by some, I too is. But scars are marks we should be proud of, for after the wounds comes a person who is stronger and learned by his experiences.

A tree could reach high. It can kiss the clouds and may be adored by many. Some would look at it high and some will worship it. But in the end of the day, it will find itself stretching its arms at the skies, giving thanks to the One in Heaven. So as I. I may reach the highest peak of success but I’ll always end up giving it all back to God for trees and I are planted on the ground and we should keep our feet on it.

Finally, every tree has is eternal mission of bearing fruits—fruits that will bear seeds by which new trees will grow, thus creating more trees. I too as a human being have the in-borne mission of doing good to others—others whom I wish to do good in others also so that the holy mission of creating love will never die. ++