Haiku my Heart--Trees

distant sounds echo

 deep within the green forest

loggers drawing near

I am a tree hugger. Perhaps not in reality, but at least in my mind. Trees are majestic works of nature's art. I hate to see them cut down.

pen and ink and watercolor

We All Need a Tree

I hired a carpenter to do some work, and on his first day on the job a flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric drill quit and his pickup truck refused to start.

I drove him home and he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands. 

When entering his home, he underwent an amazing transformation.  His face was wreathed in smiles as he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss. 

Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me, so I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier. 

"Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied. "I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, those troubles don't belong in the house with my family. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home and ask God to take care of them.  Then in the morning I pick them up again. Funny thing is," he smiled," when I come out in the morning to pick them up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."

                                                        author unknown

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