“Tell us,” we asked the ancient ones, stretching high above us, “the secret of your longevity and strength.”
“Every day, I taste happiness,” the first one answered as its last leaves floated to the ground.
“I have learned to accept all that comes to me with gratitude, for everything is a either a lesson or a gift, both given to me with love.”
“I looked in wonder at the changing sky,” the golden one said, “with its endless depth, its sweeping clouds–now wispy, now billowing, now blanketing it all. And oh, the waxing and waning moon, the panoply of stars! And I saw that all is change and learned to rejoice in time’s cycles.”
“I learned not to push against the winds, but to dance with them, and so I grew supple,” the first one added. “I stretch my roots deep into the rich earth and it nurtures me. Above me, the heavens beckon me to reach for their heights.”
“I welcome visitors,” the golden one said, “as they come with their stories and songs. Some stay long and raise their families in my boughs, and I delight in their companionship and in watching them grow.”
“But mostly,” the older tree said, “we listen to the songs that sing within us, the love songs. They are what opens us and propels us to grow. They are how we learned the joy of our connection—to the earth, to the sky, to the winds and the rain. The love songs that sing through our cells, and through yours, I might add, hold all the secrets. ‘Live in joy,’ they say. ‘Taste happiness every day.’”
“Yes,” whispered the golden one, her leaves shimmering in the breeze. “Taste happiness every day. Taste happiness.”