Random Ponderings

Have you ever noticed the beauty of a tree? I was walking back to the dorm today after a particularly disappointing UNHP class. It wouldn’t have been bad except for the fact that no one participates. I can tell that professor Safa is really trying to get us involved. I felt sorry for him so I chimed in a few times, as did some really well spoken guy in the front of the room. So at least Safa didn’t feel like he was talking to himself the whole time. So that was my good deed for the day. Also, it kept me from falling asleep.
Now, on to the trees. As I was walking to Richardson I noticed all the dead trees. There is something hauntingly beautiful about their unsymmetrical build. It’s organized chaos. Just look at the trees. They grow out and out only to die each year and start anew during the following spring.
The beauty of a tree was first brought to my attention during my senior year of high school. I was walking into economics and a stoner friend of mine, Kirk, grabbed me and told me to look out the window at this tree swaying in the wind. The thing that intrigued him about it was that as it swayed the leaves turned over and changed the color of the tree for that one instant. It was simply beautiful. From then on, whenever I didn’t feel like listening to something about interest rates or whatever boring topic that Mrs. Hager was talking about, I would sit and look at the tree. Sometimes I would draw it. I would’ve talked to my friends, but Hager did not allow talking. The tree was my only escape from the boredom that was economics.
Since then I have had a definite appreciation for the beauty and serenity of a tree, with or without leaves. There’s just something serene and calming about a tree. Look around and try to notice it sometimes.