The heavy rain had come and gone by early morning. From my large window I saw the Italian Cypress in the distance waving back and forth in the wind as if to say,
“Hey, lady, Look over here!”
I couldn’t help but see human beings in them. So, I characterized them. Here’s their story…or mine:
The Cypress in the distance was the young adult male that waved so emphatically, calling for me to pay attention. Then I was moved by the sight of the three ladies. I thought of them as three widows moving in unison on their daily prayerful walk. Closer in my line of vision was the other male, who I imagined had more growing to do. Throughout the dance of these beautiful and majestic towers of green, I was drawn to the lovers. The male, slightly taller, seemed to shelter his partner. At times they bowed to the sun and allowed the wind to carry them beyond their comfort zone. I watched as the two swayed apart, always returning to the position that nature ordained. Then I saw the male bend toward his bride seeming to gently kiss the top of her head.
I was also enchanted by the neighboring palm trees. In this magical scene, the three giants looked as if God adorned them with rain drops, that from a distance looked like a million miniature lights. As the wind blew, each wild frond shook and twinkled like pom poms cheering.
1 Chronicles 12:33
Then shall the trees of the forest sing for joy before the Lord, for he comes to judge the earth.
