It should not be there. This little shoot of life. The tree has been completely cut across its top. Hacked away by the saws and muscle of humanity. There's not a lot around it either. A bit of sparsity in the bush in which it sits. It is on a slope, in dry soil, easily brushed by the wind and washed by the water. It really should not be there. This little shoot . . . . But it is. Bold, brazen, surprising, defiant and tenacious. Soaking up the sun defying all around it that says, you should not be here. The cut tree lives. It may in time even thrive. For now it holds some vulnerability. It won't take much for that little shoot to be swiped from the side of the trunk. But it is showing us, the world, that it has a place, a life flow, a drawing on a strength that is deep, hidden and there. In some ways I think it is quietly giving us the finger! Sod off, you don't know the real me that is hidden inside. You haven't won in cutting the top. That's what I think it is quietly doing. |
I wonder how this little surprising, defiant, tenacious shoot sparks you heart. . . .I wonder how it speaks to your story . . . .