Oak tree reminds us
Grand things have small beginnings–
Acorn at my feet.
Shade and oxygen were the first gifts from the grand oak tree. Next came a tiny acorn. Today’s gift was a small, brown, oak leaf on the patio bench: a reminder that everything fades and dies. Or does it? If I look deeply enough, I can see next year’s foliage fertilized by this “dead” leaf.
Fourteen years ago today, my father passed away. I think of the Law of Conservation, which says nothing is lost, it just changes form.