If we knew the tree

In every life we ​​are born, growing up, doing and dying, just as the tree makes buds and turns spring, gives fruit in summer, autumn leaves its leaves and winter falls asleep in the cold. But is he stopping here? Did the life of the tree begun with the first shoots, and ended with the last fallen leaves? Of course not. And all the green breath knows this, and does not deplore any tree, because she knows that this apparent death is only a passing phase, following a new spring. We unfortunately are not as wise as trees or trees, we live in spring preparing for summer, we live in summer worrying about autumn and we live in autumn feared for winter ... If we knew the tree that will follow a new birth, do not we live better each phase? Like any tree and any tree, we are much older than a single season. Just as a young tree lived at least ten or twenty winter and spring, and a young soul died ten or twenty times and reborn all that.