Time ( on finding the place for the end )

What a day a difference makes. Plant a tree and have a sacred place to rest when one gets weary. Whether in a week or a year or at the very end, it will remain a symbol of hope, determination, confidence, resilience, honour, pride, love and joy, happiness, harmony, hardship, trial’s, tribulations, sorrow, pain, but above all else a sense of community where oxygen is produced and gifted as a sacred tenet of life. Something that seems so simple but carries a universal meaning of truth and hope that their can be kindness and meaning with each breathe we take until the last. One small symbol of a journey without end.