Your shadow is disarmingly beautiful, as are all your life cycle colors. Bare and geometrical, dazzling and wicked textures. If people were like trees. We travel within or upon entities to destination home, or we grow our roots, where roots already exist. Sometimes, maybe we feel lonely; or bitter, upon a shelf, aside a shed, waiting to be planted by somebody else. There’s many kinds, it almost seems crazy to think you could put it in one all encompassing book called diversity. The tree that appears unappealing to most eyes, appears beautiful to specific eyes, and contains wonderment until they cease to be upon this earth.

Many long pauses I take while writing down random, uncollected thoughts. A random thought that came to me was the term, “Steward of the Earth.” I didn’t know where it came from or the background; still don’t. I looked it up on the internet as one often does, and found this, “Stewardship is a theological belief that humans are responsible for the world, and should take care of it. Believers in stewardship are usually people who believe in one God who created the universe and all that is within it, also believing that they must take care of creation and look after it.”

I don’t know how I feel about god or religion so I won’t talk about that at the moment. There are a lot of other hits that came up, that one just seemed to be the most striking for the moment.

There are so many horrible things in this world that humans do, there are many more beautiful things and wonderful things we do as well. We are a part of this world, we have a symbiotic relationship that carries responsibility. I spend a lot of time running away from responsible tasks; I also spend a majority of my life doing what is deemed the responsible thing, however, it’s the invisible responsibilities that sometimes fall to the side of the road or as it is said the wayside. “The phrase ”fall by the wayside” refers to failing at something, discarding or ignoring something, rejecting something, or setting something aside. When something has fallen by the wayside, the doer of the action has either failed at the task or has just given up.”

I’ve seen two trees on the side of the road in the past week. One on the highway. What we call Christmas trees. It brings a moment of sadness to my heart. A beautiful life discarded on the side of the road, part of a family that is part of what gives our families life, to the wayside.