Yes, they live on for years and years, but that's not quite it.
There are trees that grow up with us, designed for climbing and adventure, housing entire flocks of birds and colonies of squirrels-- trees that feel and move with us, green and gold and smiling, as if to say "welcome home" whenever we recognize their waving branches. Trees that give us places to read, to think, to watch for thunderstorms-- to play hide and seek-- to paint and laugh, to cool down and to smile.
Trees that mean more to us than we would readily admit.
So, as the birch tree in my front yard is about to be uprooted, nearing the end of its lifespan, I dedicate this post to everything awesome that it's given to me-- to everything awesome that trees have given to us collectively.
It's a cliche for a reason: go hug a tree. Your big leafy bud will stand by you forever.
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