A young egghorn is sprouting and the first signs of life are visible. A small branch and a leaf, slowly the young tree will grow into a small but firm standing one.
The young tree will grow beautiful in its youth, fresh green leaves will grow and the branches and trunks are without any cracks. In the wind the young one will move flexible and resilient to the movement of life.
Then the tree will grow taller, in its trunk the first signs of growing up is visible. And it will be making itself ready for the moment to make new trees, on its life is already love to be found in the form of fruits, blossoms and small animals that are happy to use the shade and safety of the young strong branches. Life is good and proud.
Then the tree gets older and the first signs of the ages are visible. Several branches have been broken in a storm, and the leaves look less alive then they did before. Still the tree is strong, showing how to survive in life with the joy that is given to it. Many animals make good use of the big middle aged branches for strength to build a nest.
Then the tree reaches it end of the lifetime, proud to be what it had achieved. The trunk shows the life of the tree and the cracks make him proud with all the stories it can tell.
Soon it will make way for a new generation, young trees will have their chance to rise and show to the heavens, for now they only stand in the shadow of the old ones, but soon they will claim their place.
The old tree is proud for the life he had, and is happy to pass on the cycle to the next.
-MH-
Inspired by an older piece i wrote on my old side. A story of life.
