Full of Trees

[Image via Pinterest, The Magician’s Nephew, by C.S. Lewis]

“And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.”

Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

Trees stand like buildings, their branches like floors where little squirrels abide and munch on their snacks. In the summer, they are private buildings. In the autumn, the fallen leaves have left gaps in the levels of branches, making little window pockets between the yellow leafy remains that endure the wind.

Trees in the spring and autumn grow musical. In spring, you can hear the budding happening. Insects buzz around soft blossoms. In autumn, the rustle of the leaves is melodious as they cling and fall, a certain song. In the winter, the trees’ music stops. Silence grows like a pause in music. Rest.

Trees have their arms out, reaching toward one another, whispering sweet secrets to each other from the beginning of time, and they embrace and hold the little creatures who shelter themselves. Their hollow parts a little cove.

Trees, in every season, always welcome us. Their leaves change, like a change of clothes, their frame, steady, remains.

Sometimes, I think about the trees in Genesis. They held fruits of knowledge, good and evil, and fruit of life. Trees have always been present in our history. They held mysterious fruits that changed the course of the universe. They have always drawn us to them and will be steady fixture for the human race. Revelation tells us that when all is said and done, a tree’s leaves will be used for the healing of the nations. Their power remains. They have been our downfall, our company in death and decay, and will be our healing. Their melody and friendship never stops. They have witnessed and shared our history.

“Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb through the middle of the street of the city; also, on either side of the river, the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. No longer will there be anything accursed, but the throne of God and of the Lamb will be in it, and his servants will worship him. They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. And night will be no more. They will need no light of lamp or sun, for the Lord God will be their light, and they will reign forever and ever.”

Revelation 22:1-5

Published by Gabriela Yareliz

Gabriela is a writer, editor and attorney. She loves the art of storytelling, and she is based in NYC.

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