The beauty of trees

 I have been doing a lot of reading of these small articles online by this one journalist, and her last one about trees had me thinking. I have loved trees for a long time and they bring to me a sort of joy and awe unparalleled. The beauty of trees is ever captivating. They are like songs we never tire of singing. 

But what else came to mind was profound. I thought of love of trees, for the article leads us to see this, and being that sort of person, I realized that it is by Gods benevolent providence that we have these still beings, these remarkably beautiful and ever remaining characters to lend to us in and throughout ages and changes, so that we have the permanence we all seem to believe in and cling to from childhood. The child's mind knows no heartache, no trials, and yet we are all doomed to find these things over the course of a lifetime. But in a cruel world there is always opportunity for comfort, and these quiet giants offer the permanence men seek, if not that they lived longer than we do, we would not gain wisdom from them.

So the true nature of God is kind, and his living creatures bear reminders of mortality, while his incomparable majesty in the beauty trees reminds us of immortality.