stream of transcendentalism

the trees outside are so beautiful really the shimmering emeralds dance, doesn’t it look like a ballerina? their graceful movements! in the breeze creating patterns of shadows on the ground and the trunk strong and majestic. be strong, resilient, as the roots reach far and deep into the ground oh! mustn’t i have strong roots? none can uproot me, my faith my strength. the branches a thrilling playground for squirrels, chipmunks and a perch for birds. it is the tree which lends its shade to the tired and—goodness soccer practice yesterday was brutal—its sweet fruits to the hungry. can i be of benefit to others? as fall approaches the emeralds erupt into fiery beauty ruby, citrine, spessartite garnet remember what romeo said “o, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! it seems she hangs upon the cheek of night like a rich jewel in an ethiop’s ear; beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!” as with the first snowflakes they begin to droop and as the cycle is renewed again, the tree blossoms forth with life and allure and joy. it didn’t give up and though my trials in life weigh me down bleak as a snowstorm of worries. i endure. drawing power from the firmness of my roots, through the trunk sturdy with love and support and family arching through my branches, blossoming with service and shade for the world around me