The trees taught her how to love

This is somewhat of a part two to yesterdays post, “The truth about love”. Hope you enjoy…

It lay heavy on her heart and occupied much of her thoughts. It had been nearly three weeks since she left. She needed to escape the maelstrom life was dealing her. She had been staying with her sister in a semi-rural area on the outskirts of the suburbs. The area was lush and beautiful. This is what she needed. Some time away to clear her mind and bring some kind of focus back to her life.

It was a Sunday and she had laid in bed the entire day staring at the ceiling. The time on her phone said 16:23. She forced herself out of bed and into the shower. She stood under the warm water, allowing it to cascade over her entire body, wishing it would wash away all her troubles and worries.

She decided to at least try enjoy the last few hours of sunlight before Monday came. She climbed in her car and drove. She drove in silence, appreciating the natural beauty of the area. The late afternoon sky glowed a warm yellow, making the trees and plants seem even more beautiful. She smiled. She could still see the beauty in times of chaos. Her eyes fell on her hands on the steering wheel and moved toward her wedding band. She began feeling the sadness well up inside her. She saw an open field with one big tree standing tall and decided to pull to the side of the road and get out. She could feel the tears wanting to escape.

She walked over to the big tree standing gloriously in the afternoon light. There was a slight breeze causing her branches and leaves to dance. She could feel the life the tree possessed, even though it stood in an open field with only dry grass as company. She looked upon the big tree and wept. She sobbed silently as her tears fell to the dry grass.

Further down the road there was a man riding a beat-up old bicycle. The stranger saw her standing in the field, staring at the big tree and decided to stop and join her. The stranger walked up next to her with his bicycle at his side, but kept his sights fixed upon the tree.

Beautiful, isn’t she?”

She turned toward the elder stranger and nodded with tearful eyes and managed to force a smile. The stranger must have been in his fifties. He wore a brown coat and fedora and rode an old rusted bicycle. The stranger never once took his sights off the big tree. He stood there beside her, gazing upon its greatness.

The tree’s beauty is certainly worthy of your tears. A tree can tell you the most beautiful story of love, yet can also tell you a sorrowful story. Perhaps you weep for its beautiful love story, or maybe you weep for its tale of sorrow. Either way, each story is a face of love.”

She stood silent, looking up at the tree while her tears streamed down her now rosy cheeks. She didn’t say a word.

I don’t think you weep for the tree’s beauty, I think you weep for love. Love and its different faces are important to learn and experience. One of the greatest teachers of love are the trees, they can teach you how to love, you know.”

The stranger paused. She smiled through teary eyes.

Love can be confusing, and when there is too much confusion it is harder for love to flow. The trees stand proud in love. They love unconditionally. They provide shelter for many animals and insects out of love. The animals take of their fruit and still, season after season they provide shelter and food. There is a sorrowful side to a tree’s love too. The trees love so much so, that they provide all Earth’s life with oxygen. The trees love us enough to give us breath of life, and how do we return the love? By cutting and felling them for our use. By demolishing forests to make way for malls, houses and any other way we like to show off. Despite all the pain we cause, we still breath. The trees show dedication, devotion and sacrifice to all life on Earth. May we all love like the trees.”

The stranger didn’t so much as make eye-contact with her as he turned his bicycle around and wheeled it back toward the road. She stood there staring at the beautiful tree as she thought about what the stranger had said. The tears rolled from her eyes, but the sobbing had seized. She glanced down at the wedding band on her finger, and although she still felt a certain sadness, she still smiled. She tried to appreciate this particular face of love.

Before she walked back to her car she looked upon the big tree one last time. She was thankful the tree practised dedication, devotion and sacrifice. Because of that, she had breath in her lungs and she realised that it was those things that gave breath to love.  

2 thoughts on “The trees taught her how to love

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s