For shade from the late afternoon sizzle (especially this tree featured above! After walking around Nice’s markets and beaches I needed a soft cool spot to take it all in and breathe a breath of thanks.).
For providing us with fresh air to nourish our bodies.
For wood to build our homes.
For branches to climb and dream upon.
For the constant reminder that with strong roots and nourishment, we can all grow toward the sky.
Growing up with Shel Silverstein, I always thought this was one of his saddest poems – the boy doesn’t seem as grateful as he should be … so today, I’ll make up for that.