The Tree(s) of Hope

The powerful reminder of the strength living inside of each of us

This dead-looking tree is still holding on, not giving up on life, and its new shoots from the roots are growing fast. (Photo by Author)

Trees have played an important role throughout my entire life. I have always admired them. They grow so tall, powerful and strong. They withstand harsh weather conditions, recover from damage and no matter what, they stand there firm and keep growing older and more powerful, sometimes for hundreds or even thousand of years.

There were many wonderful trees in my life that played important roles, and each of them was special to me in its own way. (Photo by Author)

They give us oxygen to breathe, shade on a hot day, and fresh fruit in Autumn. I love to hug a tree as it fills me with peace and reassurance, a confirmation that everything will be all right because nature is powerful and looks after every one of us.

I grew up on my grandparent’s property, which included an acre of land. I loved the old-fashioned fruit garden, with half-a-century-old trees, riching high into the sky. Some of them were even taller than our 3-story house.

From my youngest days, I loved to play in the shade of these trees in Summer; in Autumn, I enjoyed collecting their fruit, and in Winter, it was so much fun to shake the heavy snow off their branches.