Fly

Found a poem today that brought a tear. “There is freedom waiting for you, On the breezes of the sky, And you ask “What if I fall?” Oh but my darling, What if you fly?” ― Erin Hanson

Canopy

Some years ago, while roaming through sacred Hawaiian sites in Iao' Valley State Park in Kaui, I noticed two trees planted decades, maybe centuries ago, side by side. Each tree was of a similar but clearly distinct species, leaning on the other, there seemed to be something intimate about these two proud living arbors. Their beautiful leafy branches were almost enjoined into an infinite branching pattern, the kind that make it remarkable for beautiful canopy photos; but most of all, for the microecosystem they had created in their shadow. There were gorgeous ferns, flowering bushes, songbirds and innumerable bugs and slugs who took shelter beneath these intwined canopies. The roots and sources of nourishment of the two trees were separate, but their purpose and effect in the world seemed shared.
It reminded me of an ideal marriage. Of two equals, growing side by side, creating a shared legacy.