Soon my branches will be bare, ready to face the cold winds, snow, ice or whatever comes. But I am not dead. I’m simply resting after all the work of spring and summer. It is the rhythm that has sustained me for many years, the cycle of giving life, fulfilling my purpose, displaying splendid beauty and then resting.
I’m fulfilling the purpose God gave me by being the best tree I can be. Perhaps someone will cut me down and use my wood to make a useful piece of furniture. Even in that I have value. Or one day I will fall over due to my advanced age. Until then, I’ll be the best maple tree I can be and thus give glory to my Creator.