|The Tree (standard:other, 257 words)|
|Author: DonnaR||Added: Apr 02 2001||Views/Reads: 2321/4||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Trying to understand love.|
Once there was a seed, small, insignificant. I found on a cold winters night and wondered what would become of it. I took the seed and planted it in the fertile soil of my heart and waited. Some times the sun shone upon it and sometimes there was rain. Gradually, a tiny sprout stuck its fragile head up, searching for the warmth of love and friendship. I have nurtured the little plant, and watched it slowly grow. At times it seems as if it will never get any larger. I think about it, sending it love and positive thoughts, watering it with frequent tears and warming it with the light of hope. At times, the little tree has wonderful green leaves. Spreading out from the trunk, open and accepting of what comes its way. There are also times, more than I like, when the leaves fall from the branches, leaving them cold and bare. It's work caring for the tree. Occasionally I think about letting it just die, but I am unable to do that. I have watched it grow, very, very slowly, certainly not as I had hoped it would, but growing nevertheless. It is not in my makeup to give up on life, to stop caring, to watch something die. So, on days when I despair, I look at the little tree, and remember it was once only a seed. It's true, I cannot yet rest in the shade of its branches, but maybe, if I care enough, and love enough, one day I can. Tweet
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