What is so beautiful about the silhouette of a tree? Aside from its grandeur, it is the chaotic harmony that different tree branches have created that helps beautify the golden hour in a winter sky.
There is a Native American saying, “No tree has branches so foolish as to fight among themselves.” At a time, when civil unrest and bloody violence are happening around the world, a lesson or two can be learned by all of us from quietly observing those dark and elegant silhouettes, standing tall and projecting high into the sky.
No two trees are exactly alike. In spring, summer and fall, a tree may get complimented and adored by onlookers for its layers and layers of leafy decorations. In winter, when all the gaze and glamor are gone, there in the solitude of a snow-covered park, the tree is content in itself, far removed from the worldly unpleasantries, because it knows that, at the end of the day, what it really needs to shelter from all the scream and shout is its unwavering appreciation for itself.