I envy the trees. Their mindful growth. No worry of the future, no regret of the past. Only reach. Grow. Endure winter. Expect spring.
I envy the flowers. Bloom authentically. Attract bees. And butterflies. And buggy bugs. Smell delicious. Scatter seeds.
I envy the path. Cares not where its going; nor where its been. Not burdened by guests; insects, mammals, humans. Not lonely with the lack thereof. Here for those who seek.
I envy the sky. Stormy anger. Bitter rain. Peaceful blue. Quietly watches. Patiently listens. Trustworthy secret-keeper.
I envy the soil. Cool, earthy, deep. Receives the trees, the flowers, the path. Consumes the sky. Provides.
6 thoughts on “I Envy the Trees”
“Not lonely for the lack there of, here for those who seek.” – Everyone should be reminded of that in this age of validation.
I love this poem, Jean. I don’t know if I envy trees though. They might get those ash borers or some other kinds of bugs, they might get cut down for wood or burned in a fire – and all they can do is stand there…….. I guess it’s best to choose to look at the positive outcome.
Haha! Well I suppose that’s true. I think on my state of mind it just seemed like the trees had it better — not rushing about or worrying about everything. The grass is always greener.
Loved this, Jean. I too envy the trees, flowers etc. They survive and thrive even in the worst situations, but not only that they are social. When you think of all the species that live in and on the tree it reminds me that they are not only strong and resilient but interdependent with the rest of the world while we are losing those connections more each day.
Worlds within worlds . . . Thanks for reminding me. 🙂
So beautifully written, I can absolutely relate… Nature being my passion.
One of my painting collections are trees, they never cease to amaze and fascinate me by their strength in handling changes…
They are solid reliable and an amazing piece of art in its own right.