This tree I equate to the hand of God.
It exists as a unique, rooted beauty.
It doesn’t need to be taken care of.
It doesn’t need to be watered.
It is strong.
It just exists.
It just has to be what it is.
It needs to manage nothing, control nothing, nor figure anything out to be what it is meant to be in the world.
Sitting in this tree I remember that all I have to do on this planet is be and God takes care of the rest.