Those who know me, know I love trees. I can’t help it! Aside from their beauty, think how compliant they are. They stand still until commanded to move. And when they move, their branches move only to the exact degree commanded. Not an inch more. Commanded to be firm, they are firm. Commanded to bend, they bend. Commanded to change, they transform from green to orange and red. And then when commanded to let go—even of what is a part of them—they hear and they obey. They don’t hold on for a second longer. The leaf falls. To the world, it looks like death. But what was given away, returns. Even more beautiful. What was dead, lives again! - Yasmin Mogahed
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