Trees

I want to write something about these trees. I really do, but I don't think I will do them the justice they deserve. Something about them, even in their weak and dying state, they thrive. Yes I know they aren't dead, but it seems like they are. I haven't seen leaves on those two bare trees in weeks, perhaps even a month or more. Now the yellow tree seems like it's just starting. The leaves are dying and they begin to fall. If I tried to describe them anymore I just couldn't capture their beauty.

This week has been very humbling to me. Recent events seem to make me turn to these trees. An image of strength in my head for some reason. One of my best friends from my 8th grade year committed suicide last week. He was a beautiful character; happy and joyful and always the life of the party. Yet now he's gone. And I can't stop relating it to the trees. In my mind, the Brenden I remember is that beautiful, flourishing tree in summer. Colorful and vibrant and loud, but then the winter came and washed it all away.

But yet trees come back in the spring and summer, stronger than ever. I've wondered where that strength lies in those who can't find it. I've seen helpless people find strength to carry on all throughout my life, yet some seem to lack the ability to find theirs. Maybe some could find it through the trees.