Strong and resolute, it stands seeking with claw-like limbs for sunlight and raindrops. Leaves, crimson and gold slip from trailing branches coming to rest on frozen ground. Whispering and sighing the great oak bends and sways in the icy wind. Roots, beneath the surface delve deep down growing strengthening as ages pass-- untouched by frost. The strong winds may blow and wage their wars brittle branches may splinter. But still the oak stands bending not breaking against the forces. -Esther L. Krenzin- -Roguesong-
We must learn to be more flexible in life, and not let the world make us hard and unforgiving. If a tree were hard and brittle, than it would break and fall over. And if it had no roots, it would never be standing in the first place. When we are born, we are born a tree bud with roots like small veins. As the years past we grow and learn the ways of the world, our roots growing and spreading. Life may be difficult, there may be suffering, and we may become hard and splinter into pieces. But remember that everything that is broken, comes back stronger than before. I once saw lightning strike down a towering oak, causing it to fall and leave nothing but a barren stump. After a year or two, a little tree began to grow from the stump of its former self, becoming everything it was before it fell--if not even more beautiful. To this day, it still stands, looking as if nothing ever happened. Life will knock you down, but it is your choice whether or not you will stand up again, or stay down.