Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Life in Death

Outside my window there is a dead pine tree. The few needles left on the tree are brown, and the pine cones never grew to full size. Uncertain of what may have killed the tree, I speculate that it has been invaded by some kind of insect. Although the tree is no longer living, birds still perch here. They continue to sing their mating songs in the spring, and chirp their goodbyes in the fall.

Woodpeckers still peck at the bark in search of a careless insect or two. Squirrels run up and down the trunk, jumping between the branches as they chase each other in play. Every winter the snow covers the branches. When the sun comes up the snow glitters like a thousand diamonds so bright you can barely look upon it's brilliance. Then spring comes again, and life returns to the tree once again.

I am amazed that even though the trees life has left this world it still provides so much to the living creatures still here. When I leave from this world I hope the mark I leave behind will be important for generations to come, like the tree outside my window.

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