Trees, my teacher
Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. My evening walks stride in devotion to the recitation of these poems. Each tree renders a unique and priceless prescription to me. I am often left spellbound when I breeze through a variety of trees.chandigarh Updated: Mar 18, 2014 11:38 IST
Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. My evening walks stride in devotion to the recitation of these poems. Each tree renders a unique and priceless prescription to me. I am often left spellbound when I breeze through a variety of trees. The big, small, stout, slim - assorted kinds stand erect weathering all the seasons. An acute lesson I get - whatever the condition: shake, bend, curve but return to your distinguished self.
The sky-kissing trees lead me towards the thought that aim higher and higher but remain rooted and grounded. Reach the pinnacles of glory and touch the acme of success, fame and excellence but never forget your roots, as that is where you have risen from, that is what still nourishes you, what binds you and holds you.
A few days ago, my better half acceded to my request for going on a walk in the thick of the night when the dense fog had blanketed the entire creation of Nature. The misty visual feast with a technical zero visibility was resplendent with trees stilled in the chilling weather. The bare woods were firmly projecting their strength but clandestinely enduring their numbness. I could hear and see those trees screaming and staring at me as if they wanted me to know - "Even if you lose everything you have, don't collapse. You will retrieve what was yours at the destined time."
I feel immersed in the shower of solace in the lap of Nature. I feel like telling William Henry Davies that I have "time to stand and stare even if I my life is full of care". Nature is the best guide. She has a plethora of lessons that we can assimilate if we pay heed. She is symbolic of abundance.
The stunted bushes beside the trees teach me that however small we are, we must not feel slighted. Rather, we should fulfil our obligations with grace and nobility. The flower beds clamped to the ground never compete with the trees but lie silently and mirthfully flaunting their charming charisma.
The train of tree thoughts leaps my mind to one of the mesmerising places in Uttarakhand that I had visited in October. It was a solitary, uncharted and rarely tarried place. I find it irresistible to surface out of the trance of that uninterrupted surreal locale. The lesson that I had imbibed from the trees of that territory is that even if we are unnoticed, unappreciated or avoided by others, we must not lose our confidence. We must not forget our identity. Like the trees that stand elegantly in uninhabited places we too shouldn't seek approval for our existence.
"Trees are our friends", is what I had been listening to while growing up. But now I have deeply and directly realised that they are also our mentors.