The Wisdom Tree
I am an Aspen Tree. I am always surrounded by comfort and love by my fellow trees, my lifetime companions that will never leave. My wood is pure white, like the fresh pages of a newspaper coming hot of the presses and the sun’s incandescent rays reflecting on water with a glowing shine. It symbolizes my light temper and composed nature. I strive to know, to understand the world. Even with my existence in total reality, my thoughts wander and make me a hopeless dreamer by heart. My branches span in all possible directions, searching for wisdom and truth, and budding new ideas from that one limb of enlightenment. My roots dig far into the fertile soil, searching throughout my innermost feelings. The slightest teardrop from heaven is the most fascinating piece of ingenuity. It’s like a lost memory, waiting to be rediscovered. I long for the day when the world becomes beautiful again. Optimism. That is what I live by. Happiness covers me like snow in the days of winter or flowers in the season of spring. I describe my perspective with the power of words, and not of heroic or gallant deeds. I am the tree that truly believes that the pen in mightier that the sword. I am the Wisdom Tree.
