To be human is to be like a tree
Where the sky is the limit
and roots can go deep.
For a tree does not
merely grow into its full potential
with out water or nutrients.
So is the same with the human race.
Flesh and bones are great
but without essential elements of another world
how can a soul be cultivated?
Inside trees are layers of rings
They tell an ancient story.
Outlasting forest fires, windstorms, and the bark beetles
The old tree is revered for its great strength.
Like a tree is created with such intricacy so is the human species.
Though this complex being reaches into a world not accessible to the trees.
There are layers under the soft and tough skins of earthlings also known as people.
Underneath the blanket of physical coverings are stories of an ancient promise.
There is a spiritual element that begs to be considered with the mental and physical whole
It longs to be known for more than just flesh and bone.
To be human is to feel, touch, and experience life.
To taste of the sweet and salty mist of the sea
To be human is to be of a communal forest,
Where our roots cross paths and twist together in proliferation
To be human is to be created in the image of the Greatest Love Story.