The Buddha on Trees

In the quiet stillness of this morning, where do I find the words to begin?

Perhaps here, where the melodies of birdsong greet me, a familiar symphony that unfolds with the rising sun. Their sweet song fills the air, a chorus celebrating the unfolding of new life in spring.
I feel certain their songs intensify on mornings like this, when a new day’s sunlight bathes the world in warmth.

I wonder, did the birds make music long before our human grunts ever emerged?
It seems unlikely that our crude sounds bring them the same delight their voices bring to us.

Now is the season when new leaves unfurl, as if the trees themselves are birthing fresh life into the world. They adorn themselves in hues of vibrant green, bathed in the soft glow of sunbeams.

How blessed we are to have the presence of trees, offering shelter, sustenance, and protection…