In the winds of January, a wild cherry tree, a giant, fell over on our property. Because of its location, we can't sell it for lumber, which means it will become firewood. The topmost branches obscure one of my paths, so little by little I was cutting and stacking the small branches.
Then I went away for a couple weeks. When I returned, I found spring had arrived. One day, I took the path toward the wild cherry branches. To my surprise, this tree, which had been "dead" for three months, was blooming! I cut some twigs and brought them into the house.
I kept looking at those blossoms, and thinking, "There's a message here." This morning it came to me.
These flowers are like the good a person leaves behind when he dies. Although his life on earth is over, there are continuing effects.
What will I leave behind? If my art is only pretty, it may continue to give happiness. If it has a message, it might help someone think. And if its message is Truth, it could have an eternal effect.