A Tree of Many
A tree of many
On my travels of the day, I came across an albino tree.
It brought sadness to my eyes, but then the longer I
looked at it my sadness of the tree changed.
For this tree had no bark, it looked dry and flaky which
gave it an albino look to it; It seemed it had no life, but it
was full of life.
The bark was gone, no protection from the elements of
nature, but yet it still had life, spouting vegetation and
standing strong.
Now I feel proud of the tree, for come spring, it will look
beautiful as all the other trees.
Makes me wonder if we can be as strong as that tree...
This is one of the many miracles of life...
04/25/2014
Written by Gina Montalbo
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