Week 4 LJ Idol. An Adoption Parable
Week 4: The Axe Forgets ; The Tree Doesn’t
When I was born, the Mother Tree was partially severed.
Her branches drooped. Her leaves turned to gold and orange.
Then they fell off, and she went dormant.
In a few months, the Mother Tree reawakened and her cycle began once more, but life wasn’t easy for her ever again.
I was just a sapling and was replanted elsewhere.
I was planted in a grove with many other fine looking trees which bore assorted fruits and nuts, but we did not look the same.
Still, it was possible to grow together, but I did not blossom like the others did.
I was different, but there was space for me so that I could grow taller and stretch closer toward the sunshine as the days passed.
I didn’t like being separated from trees from my genus. I wanted to be with them.
I wondered if we swayed the same when the wind blew.
I was curious to compare leaves and twigs.
I wanted to know about my roots before I was placed here.
When I grew to adult-sized I could look farther across the land and I saw amazing things.
I was able to branch out and discover trees that were exactly like me, and I had never been able to do that before.
I hoped they were there, but before this time we could never see one another.
Now I don’t feel so out of place.
The Mother Tree is gone. She could not last forever.
Tree doctors tried to save her many times, but she gave out.
In the spot which was once hers is another little sapling.
It may or may not turn out to look like the rest of us, but that’s okay.
It will help me to remember where I began and why I am here now.
🌲 🌳 🌲 🌳 🌲 🌳 🌲 🌳 🌲 🌳 🌲 🌳 🌲 🌳 🌲 🌳 🌲 🌳 🌲 🌳 🌲 🌳
When I was born, the Mother Tree was partially severed.
Her branches drooped. Her leaves turned to gold and orange.
Then they fell off, and she went dormant.
In a few months, the Mother Tree reawakened and her cycle began once more, but life wasn’t easy for her ever again.
I was just a sapling and was replanted elsewhere.
I was planted in a grove with many other fine looking trees which bore assorted fruits and nuts, but we did not look the same.
Still, it was possible to grow together, but I did not blossom like the others did.
I was different, but there was space for me so that I could grow taller and stretch closer toward the sunshine as the days passed.
I didn’t like being separated from trees from my genus. I wanted to be with them.
I wondered if we swayed the same when the wind blew.
I was curious to compare leaves and twigs.
I wanted to know about my roots before I was placed here.
When I grew to adult-sized I could look farther across the land and I saw amazing things.
I was able to branch out and discover trees that were exactly like me, and I had never been able to do that before.
I hoped they were there, but before this time we could never see one another.
Now I don’t feel so out of place.
The Mother Tree is gone. She could not last forever.
Tree doctors tried to save her many times, but she gave out.
In the spot which was once hers is another little sapling.
It may or may not turn out to look like the rest of us, but that’s okay.
It will help me to remember where I began and why I am here now.
🌲 🌳 🌲 🌳 🌲 🌳 🌲 🌳 🌲 🌳 🌲 🌳 🌲 🌳 🌲 🌳 🌲 🌳 🌲 🌳 🌲 🌳