I look at trees, the way they grow if they’re sheltered and what happens when they’re buffeted by the predominant wind. They’re like people.Bent, broken, misplaced, alone, determined to survive.
I think about trees as metaphors for people a lot as I drive. Trees cut back as shelter belts, never achieving their own form, or bent out of shape by the demands of their environment.
There is something truly beautiful about a mature tree, having survived the inevitable challenges of time. Yes, trees are great metaphors for people.