Why The Trees Cry

In the Spring, the greatest of trees and the youngest as well, sprout green and thank what God they have that they survived one more year of Winter. Some trees grow tall and proud, others short and round. Some have leaves of green others have cones, but all bask in the nourishing springtime sun. Times are good.

Woe to be a tree, however, as every spring they offer unto the world, their seeds of life, tens of thousands of seeds wishing for life. This is what makes the trees sad. Just as they are glorious to send their children into the world, so are they mortified that most shall die. The trees toss their young to the wind, hoping that they are fortunate enough to survive the hardships of the modern world, hoping that they find greener pastures in which to start life.

They smile and then they cry. They smile at the strength of these young sprouts of life yet cry as they know what hardships shall befall them. The Great Oak watches tall. The maple smiles a sweet smile. The weeping willow.....she always cries. They stand back and watch as the world has its cruel hands withering their young, powerless to help, yet ever watchful, and suffering. Many die right off, never taking a handhold on life, never tasting all that life can offer. Some take life and begin to grow only to be destroyed by our modern world in the name of advancement and industry. Some are eaten as food by the animals that inhabit our world. Some live. The few take life and in turn will one day grow old and wise enough to make life and to shed those same tears of their father’s, tears of their own.

These trees are all the people of the world, the mothers and fathers. The trees are the nations of the world. Some are like the Great Oak, and some are like the Willow. In times like these, we send our seeds out into the world in order to take a handhold on what life should be like, what freedom really means. Many nations are trees, just happy to see another spring. Many are like the willow and cry all the time, constantly wounded by the harshness of life. Some are tall and proud, some...are sticky. But in this world, we are all trees and we send our seeds out to fight in this world. Many die right off, some take life and are destroyed. Some are eaten by the animals of the world, and the few will grow to see what life really is. And they will cry.