Listen to this track while you read these thoughts of a sensitive bud trimmer, mesmerized by his machine..https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JibZCdoFAgI
It was the Friday morning before the big day . She was supposed to come at 9:30. She didn’t show up. The tree grew anxious when it was 9:40 and she had still not made it. She couldn’t be reached over email. Was she alright? Was it an emergency? As time passed, the tree grew more anxious and began to weep. The leaves, the sign of life departed from the tree. The tree went on weeping until the entire ground was wet. Fortunately for the tree, she responded to an email half an hour later. She was alright. She had just slept in. Perhaps she stayed up the night before to get some work done. The tree calmed down. It would spring back to life now that she was alright.
A sensitive human observer witnessed the tree’s ordeal. He memorialized the occasion by writing down the experience of the tree of compassion. In the next few days, it so happened that his own connection with her got disrupted because of bad weather. This time around, the tree could feel his pain.
Here he is, sharing his own ordeal and that of the tree, hoping not for any rewards or returns, but to rescue the genuine human connection he once experienced with her. Hopefully she notices the tree’s compassion and the sensitivity of the human observer, for the two cannot afford to lose faith in the genuineness and beauty of human beings.
The railroad has its bends…