The tree

I was strolling a quiet street in the early morning hours. The sun was not yet ready to fully awake and the moon was still lingering in the sky.

It was then that my eye was drawn to a big tall wide oak tree. For some reason it stopped me in my tracks. I stared at it in awe. The history it lived and the stories it witnessed over the years had to be so many and varied.
I saw the knots and various “bruises” on it from who knows what.
I went over and put my hands on it and knew I could feel the life flowing through it. It was the silent witness to the world around it. Oh the stories, sounds, loves, arguments, kindnesses and cruelty it has lived through. I just knew it knew what I was thinking and feeling. I thanked it for being there and letting me be part of its life story.
We are all part of this one tree of life. We are all part of this life story. We are all connected. We are the tree.