Hi friends
Like Tuesday that is touches trees #treetuesday
Today seeing the branches rising to the sky naked like claws of a giant with their knots and deformities I thought they were screaming
They shouted to the sky, perhaps asking that everything continue as it is, that the cold seasons pass soon and that their long hands be filled with leaves again.
Today they scream at the sky full of mist and clouds that are so dense that they are not different from each other, creating an undefined and sad background.
Some refuse to release their last leaves to the wind, clinging to the summer that has long passed, without realizing that its leaves lost the green that made them admired and desired for the shade it provided.
Others have almost none, some late, sautéed like rubies in a vein of a mine,
Their sisters call them from the ground, but they don't want to fall, they think they are Peter pan and they want to stay alive for eternity, without knowing that the cycle of life is like this, that everything has a beginning and an end.
This time of year I always think the same, that they scream asking for the heat and the sun to warm their bare branches.
Creating again the miracle that his sage travels all parts of his body, that the buds begin to come out and from them the leaves and flowers that spring and summer bring them.
I understand and understand you.
I am like these trees in my city, begging the sky for warmth and sun, intense blue days where the sun bathes my body.
And although I understand that each season has its time and its way of creating nature and that it is the law of life.
I also want to stay in one of the stations where green and color transform our soul.
As a human, I spend these sad days sheltering myself and dreaming of the sun.
They hold their last leaves, shouting that they do not fall because they are left naked in the cold winter, without protection from frost and rain.
With a lonely leaf, already yellow and faded in its last moments that it has left and that its destination will be the sidewalk and that it be stepped on or that some street sweeper picks it up.
The same to make compos and transform into something else or simply the wind takes you to the water and sail towards the sea.
The cycle advances and the tree knows that the winter will be hard and raises its branches to the sky asking that they give it more time and that the seasons pass normally, as it is used to.
He knows that mother earth is sick and prays for her to heal and everything is in its place, as it always has been.
Strange days in nature, that man is killing little by little, for our greed and exploiting it for our pleasure without thinking that everything has a limit and that without it we do not survive.
So he raises his arms and shouts not to the sky like these trees but to all mankind.
He respects nature and takes care of it, it is our future.