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What does it take …?
I run my hands over many layers of bark. They are sharp. I didn’t expect them to any otherwise. The bark is dry. I look up.
For a height that seems insurmountable, the bark and the wood beneath extends above my head. I arch my neck.
Many feet above, there is green.
What does it take to stand tall ? Without being upset with the wind or whining about the sun ?
What does it take to take to the withering that time brings with ease?
How does it feel to grow leaves, shed them every year, and regrow every year.
What does it take to stand tall and provide shade to the child and to the wood http://healthsavy.com/product/soma/ cutter with equanimity? Without pausing to think of how much is there to be given.
When the height is immense and the vastness so mighty, how deep must the roots run ? How much grounding is necessary for the height to stay high?
How old yet so full of life. And hope.
Why must a tear form in the corner of my eye. As I run my hands over bark and arch my neck and try to look at its zenith?
Indeed, what does it take to stand tall?
Impromptu words that flowed from a borrowed pen on to a spare tissue paper. Chancing a tree in a deep wood and thinking of appa & amma.