
Countless poems have been written about trees, the most notable being Joyce Kilmer’s “Trees,” which infers that a tree is divine art, perhaps even surpassing human creation. Lately, I couldn’t agree more and recognize that there are some lessons we could learn from the barked botanical wonders with which we share a symbiotic relationship as living things.
On March 26, 2021, after having lived in Sacramento, California, for twenty-three years, I packed up and headed east. Making the massive move with relatively little preparation, I recalled a similar move some fifty-four years earlier when I packed up and left Chicago, my birth city, and headed west. Now, as then, to me, the events occurring throughout both journeys and covering several California cities could have only been directed by a greater power, which for me represents God.
Arriving in Savannah, Georgia, the land of my ancestors, I would meet relatives, some of whom I had no clue even existed: half-siblings and cousins, including those from a more distant and darker period of America’s history. Those unlikely to have given me any thought prior now held out their arms in recognition due to the existence of undeniable revelations. But a greater connection came from the trees for some inexplicable reason.
While Sacramento is known as the city of trees, Georgia is said to have 25 million acres of forests, which is about 67% of its land, with a variety of tree species, including maples, oaks, southern magnolias, and pines. Ah, yes, the Georgia Pine identified from colloquialisms such as “High as a Georgia Pine” to express being under the influence of alcohol or drugs, to the sublime lyric of “Comes as sweet and clear as moonlight through the pines,” in Ray Charles’ hit song, Georgia on My Mind. Additionally, there are some undeniable similarities between trees and humans. Its roots can represent a person’s foundation or heritage. At the same time, its trunk symbolizes a human body, while tree limbs represent human limbs, with branches signifying relationships and experiences.
My home in Georgia sits against wetlands dominated by Georgia Pines so tall as to appear to reach into the heavens. When first arriving, I recall being utterly awestruck by their grandeur. I would learn that besides similarities, there are lessons to learn from trees. Unlike some humans driven by greed, who want more and more no matter the cost to themselves or others, upon reaching a certain height, the tree understands intuitively that there is no longer any advantage to becoming taller. At that point, the tree, to sustain itself, focuses on other aspects of its growth, such as the crown and health of its branches, and ensuring that through photosynthetic processes, it can adequately pull water to reach its root system for the health of each of its existing leaves and seed production. I am still in awe of trees, but today, the trees in my backyard appear less tall than they were.
And so, in this fourth quarter of my life, however long that may be, every gentle breeze and every rustling of leaves are whispering reminders of nature’s resilience, and I am filled with the strength to write the final chapter of my life’s story.
