Dancing Trees

by Esther St. Juste Bondi

The evening hour has arrived once again. My same usual spot in my mobile home trailer has waited for me.  I pulled out my office chair and climbed my two legs up on the bed, and gazing at the window. Suddenly, I watched the bare tree branches scars with snowy winter’s cold that leave them bare. I questioned myself, and said, “oh my, I am exactly like the trees scars with problems that no one knows about.”  What’s separating our two worlds is that the trees are outside, and I am inside. But we both are scars with different issues; however, the most beautiful thing has caught my eyes. As I stared at the grayish cloudy sky that marinate with sparkling sunlight  through the glass windows, and   the cool winter wind  swinging the bare  branches back and forth in its circular movements  with its partner,  and the bare branches forget all about their scars, and keep on dancing without a care in the world.  As the trees dance, I  find myself hypnotize by its dancing, and I  forget about my hidden problems that causes my scars too, and  I keep on  dancing  a long with the trees.   Suddenly, all of my fears, problems and worries have faded away as I stared at the tree branches dancing its moment with its master. I thought to myself is that  maybe the trees is worshipping  the Lord, or may be the trees is glorifying its master who is God the creator  of nature and  all living things; after all, I am the dancing trees with scars masquerading in God’s arm.