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Do Trees Enjoy the Sunset

As we walked along a wooded path beside the river’s edge enjoying the evening breeze we began to notice the sunset… peeking through the trees. We marveled at the ever changing colors it was like walking in a dream As we saw the radiance of the sky before us reflected in the stream… As we marveled at the beauty… (sometimes we’d be walking and we’d freeze) I wondered: if we’re enjoying this so much... what about the trees. Can a tree enjoy a sunset?…Does a tree even have an eye? Can it marvel at how the colors transform the evening sky? And then I saw it… a lonely tree… one we passed on our walk out… and I found the answer to my question now I have no doubt… For this little tree next to the river growing free and straight and wild Seemed to be watching this same sunset… with the wonder of a child. She was standing tall to get the best view.. a view that was breathtaking And as I got a little closer to her I could see her needles shaking. Standing beside her along the river… as new colors would appear there… on the bark of this tiny tree… I believe I saw her shed a tear. It is impossible to know what any tree truly sees It’s possible her needles were just quaking in the breeze… It’s impossible to know if any tree truly cries It’s possible that was just sap and not a tear falling from her eyes. But I like to believe in miracles… I like to think as we enjoy an evening breeze we can share a beautiful sunset… with each other… and the trees.

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