By day, this tree is just a tree.
When night fills the sky though, it’s arms stretch out like a tree doing Pilates in the grandest of fashions and they reach into the blue for as far and as long as they can possibly go.
Passers by turn their heads and stare, as if waiting for the show to begin. Their eyes widen and remain fixed on this Graceful living, breathing botanical beauty that is art.
This tree is as much a part of this scene as a cold hand seeking the warmth of a perfect fitting glove.
Harmonious, peaceful, proud and content in its skin-it’s a perfect fit.
Yet in the daylight, it goes unnoticed. It blends, preferring to remain anonymous.
I asked a man the other day what he thought of ‘the tree’.
And he said this:
“Which tree? Oh, yes. You mean the one with a body full of the largest green leaves I’ve ever seen. The one with all it’s branches, hidden behind it’s leafy coat. I know the one. I love the way the sunlight brings it alive. It’s rays reflecting off its leafy surfaces like a heavenly glow. I’ve never much noticed it a night though. At night, it is simply a tree to me”
Same tree. Different eyes.