I Dream of Being a Tree

One little weed stood alone highlighted in a pool of sunlight. He was surrounded by tall conifers: cedars, pines and sequoias. He was small but feels that in their company, he could stand taller. The weed stretched and strained to grow to new heights feeling the need to emulate those whom we are around. “But wait,” the weed sighed, “Look at all those trees way up high competing for sunlight and space. All the trees, even the very tall ones want to be the tallest. But since they are all trying hard to out grow each other, they will never be satisfied at where they are.” A breeze stirred the leaves of the weed and he bowed and swayed in a musical way. The weed looked up at the trees and their boughs were still. The spotlight of understanding brightened around the weed as he realized that being small offers a unique vision and placement in the world.

Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.

We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.

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