The Life of an Oak Tree Part 3

 This is a continuation of the last blog post.

Life became very pleasant and enjoyable now, and I had a wonderful summer. Then fall
descended again, and those noisy children disturbed the serenity of the woods once again.
Actually, I almost came to enjoy their company, it was quite nice, especially when they would
bend down and tell me what pretty leaves I had, and how much I was growing. The beautiful
snows of winter came and went, and spring came again. I was now 15 inches tall, and beheld the
beauty of spring from a different perspective. I felt warm toward the whole world, as I stood
there, surrounded by violets and primroses, my leaves in full bloom. I wouldn’t mind having to
stay like this the whole year, if I had to, I thought.

Another year passed, and I was 2 feet tall. It was exciting to be a tree, I thought. We are
always changing with the seasons as well, which makes it even more exciting. The moonlit
nights were lovely, with the moon shining down on the forest in all its splendor and glory. The
white roses were even more brilliant on those nights, and there were thousands of them that
autumn. I felt like a king on his throne. I kept growing, the years kept passing, and by the end of
eight more years, I was 15 feet tall. I remember quite well how proud I felt, as I stood there,
taller than any of the other young trees were, and looking down on the world around me. I was
free of all cares. Now, I am 40 feet tall and still growing. I am the tallest tree in the forest by far.
What a miracle, that a 40-foot tall tree was once a tiny acorn, lying on the ground! Wondrous are
Thy works, O Lord.