This Tree that God has planted;
Its complexity, only He understands,
For I can only perceive the visible
For I, a man of tumbling faith
With a mind largely flawed,
Can’t even see the invisible
Or nurture this Tree He’s planted.
Summer is being excessively shy and has been playing hide and seek for quite a while now. She uncovers her eyes every now and then, but is too reluctant to take that veil off her face. Is she not beautiful any longer, or is she afraid of getting her skin tanned? She must have spent a lot of time applying those fancy skin fairness creams during the time her friend Winter took care of the office for her. Well, to be frank, it’s not really an office job, more of a field job.
I must be cautious of Summer’s behaviour this year, though. I, for one, won’t be taking her reluctance as a positive sign, because she can uncover her rage and fury at any time. They say people look beautiful until you hear them speak. As far as Summer is concerned, I would say that she looks absolutely stunning as long as she speaks, but when she screams…. Oh Lord, I’m falling short of words.
But then again, her temper, though excessively hot, may not be in her own hands. Maybe the circumstances make her look like that. We can only see the visible, after all.