vanuslux

Flowers and Trees

This morning I had bit of an epiphany. I am a tree. I am not a flower. I give shade against a cruel sun. My leaves can offer some shelter from the rain. Children can play in my branches. I can bear the brunt of blistering winds. I sometimes bear nourishing fruit. I have a lot to offer, really, and what I can give I can give for a lifetime. What does a flower have to offer? Fleeting beauty and charm and not much else. Yet people are so enchanted by the flower, and when one flower withers and dies, as they are so apt to do, they merely pick another. Such insubstantial and short lived relationships, I suddenly find myself wondering why I ever envied the flower.

I need to stop trying to be a flower and be proud of being a tree. If I'm to be loved, it should be for what I am. I am not a whirlwind romance. I am a steadfast, supportive, giving, and enduring companion. I have a lot to offer for someone who wants to move past superficial relationships. I may not be as beautiful or exciting as the flower, but I have far more potential and will still be here when the flower is not.