Because this modern thought can get the best of you...
I found an acorn today.
It was the most beautiful acorn I've ever seen.
It was shiny, and brown, with streaks of black and green and perfectly shaped and polished.
And I wondered why people thought jewels were beautiful, and how I'd much rather have an acorn necklace than a diamond.
Because acorns are seeds.
They're little seeds that fall from the branches of trees when it's time for them to shed their leaves, and they fall, embed themselves in the ground, and grow with the ages.
And it takes them years and years to get big.
And years to get strong.
And a baby tree may never be fully grown in your lifetime.
You may be dead before it even springs up.
But the tree takes it's time ((it is of infinite patience)), and it will wind it's way to the surface in months, years, and it will grow big in decades, centuries, and it will watch everyone come and go and live and die and grow or not grow, and it's just patient, and it's wise, and it knows things because it is a living part of the earth.
And we cut it down, and we make paper out of it or garbage and destroy it's home, and kill the creatures that live inside it or the woods around it, slicing something centuries old in half and burning it for warmth or building track houses of it's insides, and you steal it's knowladge and it's power and all that wisdom and time.
And only man could destroy time.
And it's just too bad.
It's too bad we don't love the trees like we should.
Or their songs and dances.
I guess I just want to go camping.
It was the most beautiful acorn I've ever seen.
It was shiny, and brown, with streaks of black and green and perfectly shaped and polished.
And I wondered why people thought jewels were beautiful, and how I'd much rather have an acorn necklace than a diamond.
Because acorns are seeds.
They're little seeds that fall from the branches of trees when it's time for them to shed their leaves, and they fall, embed themselves in the ground, and grow with the ages.
And it takes them years and years to get big.
And years to get strong.
And a baby tree may never be fully grown in your lifetime.
You may be dead before it even springs up.
But the tree takes it's time ((it is of infinite patience)), and it will wind it's way to the surface in months, years, and it will grow big in decades, centuries, and it will watch everyone come and go and live and die and grow or not grow, and it's just patient, and it's wise, and it knows things because it is a living part of the earth.
And we cut it down, and we make paper out of it or garbage and destroy it's home, and kill the creatures that live inside it or the woods around it, slicing something centuries old in half and burning it for warmth or building track houses of it's insides, and you steal it's knowladge and it's power and all that wisdom and time.
And only man could destroy time.
And it's just too bad.
It's too bad we don't love the trees like we should.
Or their songs and dances.
I guess I just want to go camping.