trees, time and tides

My mother has always been someone who notices the trees that grow by the sides of the roads.

She likes to comment on those that grew in a special way, and those she found unique.

I used to always think; why does my mother like to stare at the trees when there are other things to see?

I never really understood, until one day, I found myself noticing the trees. The very same trees she liked and mentioned of in the past.

Then I realized why my mother was so observant when it came to trees. It wasn't necessarily about the trees. It was more of how our world is rapidly changing. & I can't imagine how different the world must have been to my mother as a child and teenager. How things were so much simpler back then. Those days, trees surrounded people. Now, concrete structures have taken their place.

So then I understood. It wasn't about the trees at all.

Through my mother's eyes, those trees are reminders of the days gone by. Tiny glimpses of her past.

& then I had that strange, nostalgic feeling that comes around every once in awhile.

Maybe I'm overthinking it. Maybe my mother just has a passion for botany.

But anyways, now I take notice of the trees. & appreciate the time and surroundings that I'm in - because one day, it will all be so different.
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