For Gene Smith aka Daddy Rabbit who loved his Breedlove.
I am like a tree,
I start as a seed with not an inkling of what the sun appears to be or the passage of time. But I do know in that kernel that lies at my core that there is something that I must strive for, something I MUST reach.
Through soil, brick, concrete it doesn't matter I will find a way to reach it and when I do it's golden rays empower me with a newfound energy. I burst forth, uncurl my fronds and grow toward the light that calls me.
I stand tall and grow with each passing of the seasons, I weather storms learning when to stand strong and when to bend with the wind. I stand in the forest for a century and watch some of my brothers and sisters fall and some flourish. Then I fall...
The final fall, broken into pieces, my heartwood laid bare to the world. But then I feel hands lovingly touching the brokens pieces, a soft touch sanding the rough edges, making gentle cuts and I realize that my sacrifice will give many shelter and warmth where needed, provide a safe place for a child to sleep, and make music that touches many hearts and souls for centuries to come.
And it all was because of a humble carpenter and his Father.
I am like a tree.