Roots of Time: The Silent Connection Between a Tree and a Life
As I think about the facts of nature, somewhere in the world, a tree sprouted on the same day I was born, and we've been growing together, silently connected by the passage of time. Each ring in its trunk marks a year of shared existence, a tangible testament to the lives we've lived in parallel.
While I’ve been busy with school, work, and the endless stream of human experiences, this tree has stood firm, reaching skyward, its roots deepening in the earth. It’s comforting to think that as I’ve weathered the storms of life, this tree, too, has faced its own, bending and swaying but never breaking.
There’s a certain poetry in this quiet companionship. The tree doesn't know me, of course, but in some small way, I feel tied to it—like it’s my anchor to the natural world, a reminder that I’m part of something bigger.
Now each year, as I celebrate my birthday, I'll imagine this tree, wherever it may be, adding another ring to its trunk, just as I add another year to my life. We’re both getting older, changing in ways that aren’t always visible, but undeniably real. And maybe, just maybe, when I’m gone, that tree will still stand, a living memory of the day we both began our journeys.
Somewhere, a tree with roots as deep as time,
Sprouted the day I first opened my eyes,
Its branches reaching, as I reach for dreams,
Together we grow, beneath the same skies.
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It was a rainy miserable day, setting the scene for an indoor adventure – specifically, a journey within the confines of my own mind. So, ponder this: somewhere in the world, a tree sprouted on the same day you were born and has been growing alongside you ever since—read on for a stoner’s reflection on this cosmic connection.