Four+Skinny+Trees

 The object that I posses that it like me is the aspen tree in my backyard. On the outside we have many similar qualities such as we are tall, skinny, white, good looking, and change with seasons. On the inside is very similar we both are soft, determined, but always are what others want us to be and is strong some of the time and yet weak most of the time. I admire it because of the way it looks like me in so many ways. It is like a mirror of nature to me. I am the only one who feels how they do. They are the only ones who feel the way I do. They are tall and skinny like me. They are standing with no purpose but still fight to stay. from my room I can see their beauty when the moonlight reflects off of them.

 Their secret is their will to hold on within even when it seems they are quitting. Many do not like it because it spreads like wild fire where you don’t want it to go. They are so tall they touch clouds but it seems they don’t want to. I think they stay because they stand out from any other tree. If it fit in it would burn up fade into the shadows never to be seen again. When I watch them i admire their sort of clumsiness and disposition.

When I am angry i think how they would feel if they were me. Would they feel the same way? When a branch breaks to me it is like a failure in my life. It is a tree that looks great but is rotting on the inside Their sole reason for being there is to make others look better when it is better than them. When they want to though they can truly shine and be the best and most beautiful thing out there like me. It’s just up to us to live up to our potential.