I like trees.
Some of my best friends are trees.
They are strong, yet flexible.
They stay the same, yet they change with the seasons.
They do not care what I am thinking, only that I am.
Each one is unique, and special in its own way.
They will always be there when I need them.
...until they are cut down...
...and thrown into the fire.
...and thrown into the fire.
2 comments:
Maybe this could be an allegory about how God feels about us, his humans...
That little poem could be taken several ways. When I first read it, I thought, "Wow! He's talking about his friends dying." Then I read it again and realized that, along the lines of what Becky commented, that it could be referring to our walk in life and how God works to refine us.
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