We have be deteriorating this earth, and now we need to step away from this and walk into the trees to see what we may find within them. Whether we find nothing or something like I have found, something else broken; a reflection of the world.
I wandered into the trees and found a broken down old tractor. It was hidden by the brush and branches that had grown up and through the spokes of the wheels. The wheels were bending and sinking into the earth. It had become one with its surroundings. It was now the trees and the grass. It was a wild creature buried in time holding back its story, waiting for you to just ask.
I noticed that next to the seat was an old can of oil for spraying the pieces so it could run smoothly. I knew that now this can was obsolete. This tractor will never again plow a field. It is beautiful in its rotted, rusted mess. It is beautiful because it is broken. It has given up on being vain. It does not shine or squeak with pride, it is dull and unnoticable. It has lived its life and now it is giving back to the earth. It gives back the steels that was dug from the dirt, and exists now for the saplings to grow over it. It is a home. It is a sacrifice for the young trees to grow and stretch their limbs to the sky. It is the support they need to keep going and moving up.
I see this tractor and I grow jealous. I know that even though I try to feel for the world and trees, I cannot give back like this tractor. I cannot give myself to the saplings and help them grow. I cannot understand what it means to live still and silent forever. Never caring if I work ever again. Because this tractor has become a part of the forest it is beautiful in its broken-down body. It truly understands the dance of the trees, yet it has no mind. It is only a broken tractor with no course of actions. It has no choice, but it gives back. We have choice, we have minds and we choose to ignore these trees. It shows us that our callous ways are not helpful to our earth, or to us. We should be supporting the growth of these trees that give us our life. We do not care and that is what destroys us. This tractor is what we should thrive for as a society of vain materialistic beauty.