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Urban Forest
I was strolling through the forest and I saw lots of trees of all sizes. There in the corner of the forest I heard a sound of weeping, like whistling wind blowing through trees, I followed this sound to a small clearing and there stood amongst these very tall trees this small tree, the sound was coming from the tree, I stood there, I watched the tree shake and weep, I asked what is wrong, the reply was,” have you ever seen a tree afraid of heights”, why are you afraid I asked, because I am afraid to grow up, and I am sad that the sun can’t shine its light on me either, the taller trees are blocking out the sun, as the sun goes down, the shadow of myself seems larger than me, sometimes in the darkness of night if a strong wind blows I feel my leaves fall to the forest floor, my branches have become brittle and weary from lack of sun and water. I am grateful for the morning dew that quenches my thirst and gives me hope to grow. By this time the tree had stopped weeping, and I was ready to move on,
I have a deeper understanding of what it’s like to stand in the shadows of my
infinite self.
