Aging Tree-wise

Every branch tells its story about laughter and tears, worries, pain and happiness. when a tree is young it grows well it becames tall with big juicy leaves and soft branches who stretch out in every direction, curious and fearless. but then there comes an exciting though fierceful yet sometimes dreadful time of adjusting towards conditions of limiting influences. Fighting with the wind, bearing the drying sun and staying alive through the frost, just to battle even more - zillion enemies and competitors of alike and different nature. Only to become really beautiful, wise and strong, growing personality and character to withstand ever repeating dangers, adjusting that inner nature towards the outer conditions. The roots deeper in the ground providing a safe base, the inner branches strong, though mature and sometimes  grumpy, ready to hold climbing youngsters and extra big towels. The outer ends still looking for the extra bit of sunshine but with different ambitions -  careful, thoughtful but not less curious. After a while it all comes in balance and the roots just provide as much as needed above and only a certain number of leaves is useful to keep up the life cycle and yet expand as needed. In a long time from now it´s all wrinkly and odd schaped and strong roots deep down holding a whole world together by providing an all integrated habitat itself. 

Sun rises, sun sets and rises again, it won´t change any time soon if astrophysicists can be trusted.

happy birthday!