I found a new friend…
She's beautiful! Her name is Goldie, and let me tell you, she lives up to her name. Goldie is a brilliant yellow, and when the sun hits her from a certain position, she looks almost golden in appearance. Plainly put, she's dazzling. She's a creation of poise and grace.
Miss Goldie, I would estimate, is approximately fifteen to eighteen feet tall. While her companions on either side tower many feet above her, she still stands out from among them. Her natural beauty is inescapable.
Outwardly, Goldie may look inflexible. But inwardly I've no doubt, she's soft and sweet. And whenever the wind begins to blow, Goldie would commence to give praise to her Creator. She'd start by gently swinging her trunk from side to side, her branches outstretched and upraised in worship. Goldie looks as if she's trying to hug God. That's my girl! She's a bright spot in my life.
I don't know why I never noticed her before. Miss Goldie is a tree. She lives just off the single lane road which surrounds much of the prison's perimeter. Gazing beyond the security fences with their intimidating razor wire, one of them charged with electricity, and with enough of a punch to kill anyone who tries to climb over it, stands my Goldie.
Standing alongside her peers, some of whom are still brandishing leaves of green, while others have already begun to change colors, none can be compared to her. Every leaf of Goldie's is an identical radiant yellow, beckoning for attention. She definitely has mine.
Anyone who reads my journal knows that I love nature. Ants, birds, wasps, deer, and other wildlife. I've written about trees as well. Every living thing has a lesson for us. But for now, I'm in love with Goldie.
D.B.
Miss Goldie, I would estimate, is approximately fifteen to eighteen feet tall. While her companions on either side tower many feet above her, she still stands out from among them. Her natural beauty is inescapable.
Outwardly, Goldie may look inflexible. But inwardly I've no doubt, she's soft and sweet. And whenever the wind begins to blow, Goldie would commence to give praise to her Creator. She'd start by gently swinging her trunk from side to side, her branches outstretched and upraised in worship. Goldie looks as if she's trying to hug God. That's my girl! She's a bright spot in my life.
I don't know why I never noticed her before. Miss Goldie is a tree. She lives just off the single lane road which surrounds much of the prison's perimeter. Gazing beyond the security fences with their intimidating razor wire, one of them charged with electricity, and with enough of a punch to kill anyone who tries to climb over it, stands my Goldie.
Standing alongside her peers, some of whom are still brandishing leaves of green, while others have already begun to change colors, none can be compared to her. Every leaf of Goldie's is an identical radiant yellow, beckoning for attention. She definitely has mine.
Anyone who reads my journal knows that I love nature. Ants, birds, wasps, deer, and other wildlife. I've written about trees as well. Every living thing has a lesson for us. But for now, I'm in love with Goldie.
D.B.
