Bare...

I waited too long…and now its just too late…there’s a beautiful tree a little down my lane…two actually…that I simply love cos of how bare they were…on a dark blue night, when the stars and moon were out, I used to love to look through its branches…a dark brown against the midnight blue…its branches so stark and so beautifully shaped down to the thin spindly stems…had planned on capturing this sight on a canvas…the canvas and paints have always been there…the sketch in my journal…but that will…that spark…I don’t know where that’s gone…to the extent that I did not look up at the tree for many many days, fearful that my eyes would show how I felt nothing…
I just assumed that they would stay like that forever…and I would one day get over that block and paint them onto my canvas…that day came…and I looked up…I was in for a shock…it was alight…it was on fire with hundreds of red flowers…and beautiful little leaves…and I stood under it…for the longest time…feeling really ashamed…I had taken it for granted and in that lost out on its big moment…when the first sprig grew out and the first flower opened…how could I have been so selfish…time stops for no one…I stop for no one…why in the world did I think that tree was stuck in time…
All the truths we look for are written in nature…
I picked up one bright red flower in my palm and looked at it in all its glory…life moves on…no matter how bare you get…no matter how much you have lost…it can’t last forever…just part of the cycle…part of the circle…the tree and its flowers told me that…owe it to ourselves to wait for the flowers to bloom cos they have to!