Tale of the Tree
Looking at you, O tree, your towering stature and deep roots remind me of the unspoken mysteries of life that we often forget. The connection between earth and sky seems encapsulated in your existence. Your branches stretch toward the heights, yearning for light and air, while your roots, hidden in the darkness, delve deep into the earth’s heart in search of life’s secrets.
This is the philosophy of the universe. Like you, humans also live in two worlds: one that is apparent, illuminated by light, where desires and aspirations thrive; and the other, hidden, dark, and profound, where the true essence of the soul searches for its reality.
Every branch of yours, O tree, tells a story. Some branches are weak, some strong; some adorned with flowers, others bare. These are the phases of human life—moments of joy and shadows of sorrow. And your roots are the strength that remains hidden beneath the earth, nourishing the branches above, just as the inner forces of life give humans the courage to achieve their dreams.
You are connected to the earth but yearn for the sky. This is a lesson that humans must not forget their foundations yet must not abandon the dream of reaching greater heights. Your roots hold the earth firmly, and your branches strive toward the light. This connection reflects the interlinking of past, present, and future.
But, O tree, there is another secret in your silence. You do not boast of the depth of your roots nor the height of your branches. You have a profound self-awareness, and it is this awareness that teaches humans humility. It shows that no matter how high one may rise, the true significance lies in their connection to the earth, the foundation from where they emerged.
Yet, O tree, there is also an aspect of sorrow in you. The falling of your leaves, the withering of your branches—this is the reality of transience. It reminds us that nothing lasts forever. After every spring comes autumn, and after every autumn comes a new spring. This is the cycle of life, an unending journey.
The wisdom of your existence lies in this very truth, in the depth of your philosophy. You teach us that while striving for greater heights in life is essential, one must never abandon their roots. And that the fear of transience should never overshadow the beauty of living.
You, O tree, are a mirror to me. In you, I see all the stories of my life, all my successes and failures. You remind me that the beauty of life lies in its contradictions: light and darkness, heights and depths, joy and sorrow.
Sitting under your shade, I ponder what you have taught me. You have given me an understanding of my reality, my desires, my weaknesses, and my strengths. You have taught me that humans must learn to live with their inner contradictions because these very contradictions define them.
The philosophy of life is hidden within your existence, a philosophy so profound that it cannot be fully expressed in words. You, O tree, are not just a bridge between earth and sky but also a signpost between humanity and the mysteries of the universe.
