lost in my own forest
every work morning i pass by this tree
it is not an ancient tree. or a particularly beautiful one. its thin trunk hardly bears mention. and its leaves would be hard pressed to provide shade for any weary traveller. no. the tree itself is unremarkable.
what interests me is the fact that it sits, alone, in the middle of an island of grass, surrounded by construction. cranes, heavy machinery and busy crew in bright orange hats bustle about this tree, forging the land. there is noise. there is dust. there is chaos. and yet, in the middle of it all sits this tree. quiet. serene. jarring. out-of-place. and somewhat lost.
i wonder if it was left there because the workers decided that a little greenery amongst the pandemonium would provide some sort of relief. or if there had been other trees before and this one had been chosen as a reminder of that patch of nature; a natural monument of sorts. or perhaps there's some sort of mysticism attached to it. like a sacred grove, the only placation for a ravaged land.
and i sometimes wonder how the tree must feel.
but then again, probably not much. it is, after all, just a tree...
DuaGu
"Five more minutes please..."
it is not an ancient tree. or a particularly beautiful one. its thin trunk hardly bears mention. and its leaves would be hard pressed to provide shade for any weary traveller. no. the tree itself is unremarkable.
what interests me is the fact that it sits, alone, in the middle of an island of grass, surrounded by construction. cranes, heavy machinery and busy crew in bright orange hats bustle about this tree, forging the land. there is noise. there is dust. there is chaos. and yet, in the middle of it all sits this tree. quiet. serene. jarring. out-of-place. and somewhat lost.
i wonder if it was left there because the workers decided that a little greenery amongst the pandemonium would provide some sort of relief. or if there had been other trees before and this one had been chosen as a reminder of that patch of nature; a natural monument of sorts. or perhaps there's some sort of mysticism attached to it. like a sacred grove, the only placation for a ravaged land.
and i sometimes wonder how the tree must feel.
but then again, probably not much. it is, after all, just a tree...
DuaGu
"Five more minutes please..."