I was sitting in my front yard looking at this tree.
I had remembered when it was planted. And over the years I walked by it hundreds of times, most of the time paying no mind to it.
Every once and a while I’ll look at it. I’m surprised at how big it has become, how much it branched out and spread. Leaving me with ample shade.
I came to realize that it’s the perfect metaphor for the human soul, no one ever sees it grow. But little by little own its own. Roots cling deeper in to soil.
And every so often, an opportunity comes along and you see how much you’ve matured as a person. How much more emotionally strong and aware you are. After seasons tore you down. Storms bent your around. And yet you emerged ever so strong, vibrant and full of color.