TREES

Trees. Wise enough to know there is a season for letting go; a time to drop every decaying leaf into the wind. The foliage that once defined them, the cloak of splendor that hid their twisted, broken bodies no longer serves them. The source of all their pride now threatens their survival. If only we were wise enough and faithful enough to know the promise of renewed joy and hope are ours only when we let go of the past.