T r e e of P o s s i b i l i t y
Prosey Thoughts
Sprawling branches, unique in shape and held firmly by the base, the trunk is the beating heart of it. The leaves, they dance to the rhythm of the wind, veins, life blood, pulsing and flowing with the seasons that change it.
The morphing of colours, autumn to winter it dims, shedding, from within, as if it knows the chill is best left alone. Still it stands, earthing storms and holding its strength.
There is a community underneath, networking tunnels of relief. Sharing memories and sustenance, much like us, I think.
It welcomes summer and spring, growing towards the sky above, reaching for the sun. I walk past a thousand of these and this one specifically pulls me in. I am reaching for the sun too.
This is more than just a tree, this is the tree of possibility, wise beyond years, the reminder I needed to branch out again.
Wild Flower (Jess Banks) is an Australian-based writer. Recently returning from a very long break. A lover of coffee, chocolate, and sun. Peeling layers of herself and openly writing about her faults and triumphs.