And If fate would not make you any,
Then be just the soil maybe.
A fertile soil where seeds
Of herbs and weeds
And shrubs and trees would grow.
Somehow, you would live in them;
You will bring them life ~
Becoming the best that you could be.
If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michaelangelo painted or Beethoven posed music or shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here live a great street sweeper who did his job so well. ~ Martin Luther King
And when I die strew my dust-remains in the earth so trees may grow.
This week, the http://writersisland.wordpress.com prompts us to write about Persistence. I think this is how it should be.
Through the sires’
Keen eyes and fecund minds
That the next generation
Would take heed.
“Age appears to be the best in four things –
Old wood best for furnitures
Old wine to drink
Old friends to trust
Old authors to read.”
– Francis Bacon
old age, withered, wasted. . . . they could also mean accomplished. ~ Jeques
The photographs were taken last January in Roxas City, Philippines. I saw this tree while driving and it enticed me to take pictures, so I pulled over and these are the result.(more photographs to come of this lovely tree)