Creative Writing--Reflections of Writing--The Symbolic Tree

The wind blew fervently through the shallowed shell of the leafless tree, once inhabited by not only the new freshly budded flowers, yet, fully bloomed in the peak of the minimal life that led them to decay. Gently, dragging the dank, deaf leaves to their ultimate demise amongst the socially unacceptable leaf filled land, the sounds of the rakes echoed. The crispy, thundering sound of each crackling leaf resonated throughout the hardened ground. Without the crackling stem echoing, one would not be aware of the fallen shells. Sadly the raspy tornado like winds, taken for granted, swept through silently without warning.

If the leaves have not fallen, leaving the tree naked amongst the crowds, would one be aware of the changing times, or would one be aware of the beauty the tree once held? With each season's death, a new season begins. Although bare to most human thought, the fallen dead leaves, in fact, could represent the human.

The tree in the full bloom represents the human persona at their best--beautiful both inside and out. However, similar to the seasons changing, people change as well. The crackling thunderous sound represents the shell of the person changing. For good or otherwise, like the tree in the dead of winter, the tornado like winds exposes the person for the truly are.

Fortunately, the seasons change, the tree begins to flourish once more, given a fresh start. Not only spring begins anew, yet the person too has the many options as well as choices throughout the course of their lives, to change to whom they want to become. Hopefully, as the person blossoms, the changes do not only happen from within, however the person's perception of life changes. Never should one take the least for granted, not even the tree that could represent life.

As simple as a tree may appear, in fact, holds more than meets the eye. The tree provides the oxygen that all need to survive. In similarity, knowledge of one's surroundings, knowledge of life, is survival in itself.

If nothing was taken for granted, and each took time "to smell the roses", no one would have to wear the mask they wish others to see. Each would grasp the essence of life, the privilege that every alive is a day to make the world a better place--not only for themselves, but for others as well.

Quite possibly, the riddle of whether or not if a tree was to fall, would the tree make a sound if no one is there to hear, will be answered by simply, yes; because everyone would be in tune and open to appreciate everything they hear, smell, touch, taste, and see. For like the tree's leaves, life is much too short and should be embraced appreciated, and cherished.

I hope that you enjoyed this Hub! As Always, Thank-you so much for taking the time to read my reflections of writing and learning a little about how I see things. I hope that it has opened your mind to different ways of looking at life. Please feel free to comment; suggestions are always welcomed!