me, the giving tree

today for a few moments, i thought of how it would be to be a tree. rooted to the ground with nowhere to go unless someone cuts you down and you get to become something else. or get burnt... waving in the wind and standing strong where planted. you gotta admire that a bit. oh to feel the wind blow through your branches. i need to stop and feel the wind in my sails. feel the rain on my face and the sun on my ...needles. if we all stopped and stood where we were for a few minutes a day, i think life would be less stressful and we would all realize that there is a mighty big plan in action.