While looking at the White Thorn Acacia, I couldn’t help but think how playful the little yellow puffballs looked. Each one appeared like the tops of Tinker Bell’s shoes or naturally constructed pom poms to cheer on a team of hard-working ants.
As my eyes looked deeper, I thought of a relaxed sunset. If the sun decided to leave every time we saw it set, where would it go? If it chose to withdraw after a hard day’s work, where would the earth’s atmosphere send it? If the bottom border of the horizon was the ground, did the sun just bury itself? And if it buried itself, wouldn’t it be a seed just planted back into the earth?
If this were true per my imagination and the earth claimed the sun into its soil, then it would most likely be a seed. What if these little balls of yellow hanging on a branch were retired sunsets collected for us all to see once again? Watching over us from above yet close enough to reach. Satisfied with the day, they simply lived and were ready to continue the cycle. Perching with pride, knowing nature can count on them once again. Now with new sunsets shining upon them, they remembered how radiant they once were while also being suspended in gratitude for the other suns to come. Embracing the life above them simultaneously connected to the life below.
Who says we only have until a certain age before we stop living? We are continually growing in our hearts and dreams. Reminiscing on the light we gave in our lives while still being able to enjoy the light in front of us. Oh, what a feeling life can have when you live like a Sprouting Sunset!
Melodie Anne 