Five Minute Friday — Tree

We call it Five Minute Friday. It’s where everyone writes for five, unedited minutes all on the same prompt. This week, that prompt is TREE.

The initiative was started by Lisa-Jo Baker ( Her rules: no extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation; visit other contributors’ blogs, comment and offer encouragement. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

It started because she had been thinking about writing and how often our perfectionism gets in the way of our words. And she figured, why not take five minutes and see what comes out after just five minutes of focused writing. They are not perfect posts, not necessary profound. But they come from the heart.

So now on Fridays a group of people who love to throw caution to the wind gather — a couple of hundred strong and mostly young mothers —  to just write without worrying if it’s just right and to share what five minutes buys them. And I’m proud to say I’m one of them.

This week’s prompt was a little more challenging. I mean, a tree?

It took me awhile to focus on the direction I was going to go, but here it is. The timer is set for five minutes {clock starts now}

We humans are a lot like trees … or at least the annual cycle it goes through although we only get one go around. Our “seasons” cover a number of years.

We both come from seed and sapling and start growing in springtime. Little buds blossom into leaves and fruit as summer arrives. In our lives, our arms reach upward in ambition, as furry-feeted younguns climb on our “branches” in play or rest under our canopy. It’s a fun time. We’re there in full foliage to offer protection for the little ones who nest under our care.

Then come the autumn of our lives. We stop growing and “mature.” Our leafy hair turns subtle shades and start dropping … along with other parts of our anatomy. Our “leaves” remain a playground, though, and our stalky arms remain outstretched, but are often more frail and brittle… STOP

… Our bark shows the gnarls of life.

Then comes winter … a quieter time. Still we offer a resting place for those burrowing in for the winter. We slow down … awaiting a new rebirth … and look through aging eyes as the children and the children’s children and the children’s children’s children take their turn at the cycle.

It reminds me of Joyce Kilmer’s poem, Trees.

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

And only God can make someone like me.

There you go, for better or worse.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER:  History repeats itself cause no one listens the first time.

About wisdomfromafather

I'm just an ordinary guy walking along the journey of life.
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2 Responses to Five Minute Friday — Tree

  1. Alison Treat says:

    I love your take on “tree”. We are like trees. And I love Joyce Kilmer’s poem, too. Great thoughts!

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