Of all living beings found in nature,
the tree is the most noble and proud.
It stands strong towering above the rest
with roots firmly planted in the ground.
It draws from the land the water it needs
and spreads its leaves free for sunlight and air;
some shamelessly shed branches bare come winter
and then gift themselves a new ring each year.
Gaurding itself with thick bark skin,
caring for no insult to its glory;
I wonder how much better our lives would be
if we loved ourselves as much as a tree.