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Song of the Tree Outlined Against the Primavera Sky

April 15, 2009

I used to dream about living in a tree when I was younger. Like some impish fairy, I’d curl up in the hollow trunk amongst beds of fallen leaves and moss. I’d make friends with the squirrels, pick my breakfast off nearby branches, and spend long days doing nothing but looking at the sky. The flowers that drift down from the bows would be woven through my long hair, like a princess that never wanted to be rescued. I’d tiptoe across the limbs with perfect balance and do pirouettes from tree to tree, without any fear of ever falling. And if I did, it would be like a feather, drifting down in the exhales of the breeze till I was laid so softly on the ground that I might be asleep and never know it.

As I sit here on this beautiful spring afternoon, gazing out the window, I feel in my limbs a dream that never died. I hum Vivaldi’s “Primavera” as the branches of the tree outside my window unravel gracefully towards me, stretching outside of their rigid winter silohouette. They bow and curtsy in the breeze, dancing a dance that no one but the wind knows but that we all can feel. Those curled arms, beckoning towards me, pull me in, wrapping me in the renewal of spring, in the softness of the slow breathing of the earth as it draws deeply from the sun once again. As in the days when I would spend hours in trees, waiting for nothing in particular, I wish again that I could live scattered amongst those branches.

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. ratsekad permalink
    April 17, 2009 12:02 pm

    I think it is important to experience the change of seasons. To feel rejuvenation in the spring, buds and wildflowers unfurling, to relax in the shade of a tree on a hot summer’s day, the harvest and change of autumn, the bitter cold of winter, huddled next to a fire so thankful for its heat, to tap maple trees in their time, pick fruit when it is ripe, to soak up the sun when it is here. It is all very humbling. And that reward of spring is so much sweeter when you have an immeasurable appreciation for it =)

  2. Misterwrite permalink
    April 17, 2009 2:50 pm

    Beautiful. I’m sure there will be trees in heaven. Reading this reminded me somewhat of a song by Sarah Groves, called “Every Minute.” Especially this part:

    And I wish all the people I love the most
    Could gather in one place
    And know each other and love each other well.
    And I wish we could all go camping
    And lay beneath the stars
    And have nothing to do and stories to tell.
    We’d sit around the campfire
    And we’d make each other laugh,
    Remembering when…

    That song has always conjured up pictures of Paradise for me, and so does what you just wrote here. Thank you.

    Mike

  3. Caroline permalink*
    April 18, 2009 12:51 pm

    James — I agree. I love seasons — while I’m not a big advocate of snow, I’m not sure I could ever live anywhere without some kind of seasonal shift.

    Oh how I do love the spring.

  4. Caroline permalink*
    April 18, 2009 12:52 pm

    Mike,

    I love those lyrics! And I would hope there are trees in heaven — I plan on climbing them with Jesus. :p (Seriously…that would be sweet.)

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