Under A Tree

When the world is moving too fast and it's hard for me to see I find some peace and comfort as I sit under a tree. In the coolness of the shade on the ground as low as I can go… I give thanks to whoever planted this tree so many years ago. As I lay upon the ground and watch leaves waving in the breeze I begin to wonder to myself how important are the trees. Without us they're still beautiful….thet'll still grow up tall and thrive but without them we, as humans, would be unable to survive. Under a tree we ponder the value of our life…our meaning and our worth Under a tree, if we listen, we can hear the heartbeat of the Earth. Under a tree is where some poets have been inspired to do their rhyming. It's where as children looking up we began to think of climbing. Under a tree is where couples…looking through the leaves to the stars above have held hands for the first time…it's where they fell in love. As I see the branches of the tree…lifting up…and watch them sway I wonder if it was under a tree where people first began to pray. The more and more you contemplate life sitting under a tree the more the world begins to slow down and the easier it is to see.