An aimless wanderer who knows not her destination. The trees sense her pain, bowing their heads in unison. They offer the young woman shelter; protect and guide her. They show her that she may find light in the darkness. When she is ready, they lift their branches skyward and point to the stars. They rustle with joy as she makes her way into the light, then grieve the loss of her. Their heads hang low.
Many years later, a strong, but familiar presence is felt beneath the trees. A woman stands, chin held high, warning of tree cutting machines nearby. She announces, “You drew stars around my scars. I have ensured that you are protected for all of your days. I have bought the land on which you stand. A preserve for wildlife and a place for lost souls to find the light.”
dVerse Prosery hosted by Björn
Sadje’s What do you see # 265
JJJ Interactive Books 
Oh wow! Kindness paid back with kindness. A beautiful story Jennifer. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you, Sadje! 😊
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You’re most welcome 🙏🏼
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Love the way you treat the trees, they can truly help you.
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Thank you, Bjorn! 😊
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This post makes me happy from start to finish, Jennifer.
First the image reminds me of several similar avenues in Cambridge, UK, where I am living this winter.
Then I am reminded of my deep love for Linden Trees (featured in some of these avenues) and my repect for London Planes (in others) that thrive in polluted places that other trees can’r cope with.
Finally.I am warmed by those who love trees, help to protect them, and (most importantly) talk to them as sibling saplings or wise elder guardians. I do all three and I expect you do too!
Blessings to you!
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Thank you, Kathy! 😊
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gorgeous Jennifer! ❤
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Thank you, Carol Anne! 😊
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I love the reciprocal relationship she has with the trees, repaying their kindness with kindness.
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Thank you, Nicole! 😊
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