Each day I opened my eyes in the mind frame of a willow tree, a willow tree is someone whom is genuine, nurturing and most of all loyal. I awoke to the sun shining hoping to make a difference in the world, thinking that I was just dealt bad cards with any type of relationship. I wasn’t sure as to why I was handed the cards I possessed until the day everything just went upside down and started to cave in on me all at once. The bridge that had been covering me from the rain had started to collapse as I stood underneath it. As of fairly recently, I have discovered that I was just a palm and pine tree constricting my branches around my own mind making myself believe that I was a willow tree. The pine and palm both have quite similar characteristics regarding loyalty and relationships. Both are seen as a threat to relationships and will constantly lie and take what isn’t theirs, they are very much likely to commit adultery or at least be tempted to do so. I had myself …show more content…
The one good thing in my life that I felt would be my bridge and my long life companion whose branches would intertwine with mine. All the winter tree’s trust was put into this so called “willow tree”, all his heart and soul, building his roots into the soil next to me. Many, many times the winter tree had expressed stories of the harsh storms he had to endure and I listened and all I could think was “I am a willow and I will nurture you back to health and we will be one”. Until the day came that the winter tree had found out some hidden burdens of my past buried deep inside the soil I rested my roots in. Everything changed from that moment because, the winter tree who was transforming into a maple tree began to writher slowly and painfully with questions left unanswered. Further along into this journey, the winter tree had found some, if not many contradicting stories that the willow had told regarding those
The tree “swings through another year of sun and leaping winds, of leaves and bounding fruit.” This sentence evokes images of happiness and serenity; however, it is in stark contrast with “month after month, the whip-crack of the mortgage.” The tone of this phrase is harsh and the onomatopoeia of a “whip crack” stirs up images of oppression. The final lines of the poem show the consequences that the family accepts by preserving the tree—their family heritage. When the speaker judges the tree by its cover she sees monetary value, but when she looks at the content in the book she find that it represents family. Even though times may be tough for the family, they are united by memories of their ancestors.
The novel Through Black Spruce is an incredible book that shows the real truth and real life scenario of the First Nation community across Canada, it shows the real hardship and struggles the community faces every day and how they overcome it. The presence of the symbolism does give the novel a whole new meaning to it, the symbolism of beaver representing family and how they stick together, this shows Will bird a bush pilot in the novel, his struggles. The symbol of a bear portrays protection and love, proving once again the hardships the characters face throughout the novel and seeking for protection. While the symbol of Gosse represents seeking freedom, taking on a long journey, and seeking someone is what both of the main characters in the novel try to do. In the novel Through Black Spruce by Joseph Boyden, reveals to the reader that symbolism is a self-reflection of the character’s struggles’ and culture which helps the reader understand their own way of living.
It was a spring afternoon in West Florida. Janie had spent most of the day under a blossoming pear tree in the back-yard. She had been spending every minute that she could steal from her chores under that tree for the last three days. That was to say, ever since the first tiny bloom had opened. It had called her to come and gaze on a mystery. From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds; from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom. It stirred her tremendously. How? Why? It was like a flute song forgotten in another existence and remembered again.
In the beginning of this story, one expects for the characters to follow the concepts that they represent. This story displays one man's journey to leave his home and comfort zone in order to fully explore his curiosity. He goes off into a forest and undergoes a life changing experience there. He encounters three different things that set him on the path to the journey of knowledge. This forest was symbolic of an assessment of strength, bravery, and survival. It took determination to survive in the forest and the young person entering into it would not emerge the same. Conversely, this story is more representative than realistic and the peril is of the character. This story is more of a vision or conscious daydream th...
Robert Frost is considered by many to be one of the greatest poets of the twentieth century. Frost’s work has been regarded by many as unique. Frost’s poems mainly take place in nature, and it is through nature that he uses sense appealing-vocabulary to immerse the reader into the poem. In the poem, “Hardwood Groves”, Frost uses a Hardwood Tree that is losing its leaves as a symbol of life’s vicissitudes. “Frost recognizes that before things in life are raised up, they must fall down” (Bloom 22).
In the poem, it seems that somebody is inside his or her dwelling place looking outside at a tree. The person is marveling at how the tree can withstand the cold weather, continuous snow, and other harsh conditions that the winter brings. Witnessed throughout the days of winter by the person in the window, the tree’s bark stays strong, however the winter snow has been able to penetrate it. The tree becomes frozen, but it is strong enough to live throughout the winter until the spring relieves its suffering. When spring finally arrives, the effects of winter can no longer harm the tree. The freezing stage is gone, and the tree can give forth new life and growth in the springtime.
There have always been many different trees are found in the forest. Tall ones, round of leaf and with broad branches spread open in welcome. Short ones are found here as well, with thin trunks and wiry limbs they sway in the breeze. A wide variety of foliage in the emerald grove dancing merrily to the whispers of the wind. In this quiet thicket, a different type of tree grows, too. They stand resolute, patient, and ever growing.
As the pine tree ages each day, the roots of the tree grow and provide steady strength at the base of the tree just as a person ages they become more established and settled. Eventually, each living thing on the pine tree branches ages and then slowly dies at its own pace. Then the tree lets each dead pine needle or pine cone fall of its branches to the ground below. As the pine tree loses needles from some branches, other branches are just starting to sprout new needles and the circle of life continues. When the needles die they gently fall to the ground below and land sprinkling across the vast tree roots that have developed over time. Eventually the needles that have fallen spread and so begins new life. While dead needles fall at the base of the tree, there continues to be swaying branches above, sometimes gently and sometimes not so gently. After the poem’s final break, the speaker mentions that above the tree, clouds are constantly moving past: “As the clouds the clouds chase;” With the pine tree representing a person’s life, and swaying branches symbolizing life’s ups and downs, the stream of moving clouds are indicative of life moving past. Sometimes, the
In An Old Man's Winter Night, the old man is in a houes by himself. He neither has anyone to talk to. All that is there for the old man is nature. He hears the the sounds of the branches and that is familiarity to him.
Jan Baptist van Helmont performed a willow tree experiment. He used a five pound willow and an earthen pot containing two hundred pounds of dried soil to support his hypothesis that if the willow tree formed its tissue by absorbing the nutrients from the soil then the soil should lose weight as the plant grows. The dependent and variables in this experiment are the willow tree and the soil. The independent variable is the water he puts on the willow tree. The water is also the controlled variable. He concluded one hundred- sixty four pounds of wood, barks, and roots arose out of water only. (1) He learned that the tree drew its nutrients, not from the soil, but the water. So therefore his hypothesis was incorrect. This experiment showed that
In “The Tree,” the speaker talks to a tree and express thanks for its “delightful shade” (1). The speaker goes on to talk of the others who benefited from the existence of the tree and gave it something back in return, such as the birds singing, travelers praising it’s welcome shade, and nymphs making crowns from its blooms. The speaker wonders what she can do to repay the shade given her by the tree. She decides to wish something for the tree’s future. She wishes, “To future ages may’st thou stand / Untouch’d by the rash workman’s hand” (19 – 20). Ultimately, she wishes something such as “some bright hearth” (32) be made from the tree at its death.
Walking through the woods never fails to clear my mind. After spending all day sitting in a stale classroom, filled with stress, confusion, and overwhelming responsibilities, taking a long stroll through the familiar woods behind my grandmother’s house lifts any worries that could ever weigh me down. I never wander through aimlessly. I always follow the trail of grass that has been deliberately cut down shorter than the rest, making it easier to tread through to the small creek at the end of the trail. The entire journey through the woods behind my grandmother’s house, there and back, first took on a whole new importance in my life during my junior year of high school.
captive by a sheath of frost, as were the glacial branches that scraped at my windows, begging to get in. It is indeed the coldest year I can remember, with winds like barbs that caught and pulled at my skin. People ceaselessly searched for warmth, but my family found that this year, the warmth was searching for us.
Looking back, I remember running through the long lush grass pretending we were at battle andtrying to take cover. I would always find myself behind the old oak tree in our back yard. This was my favorite spot. The thick trunk, like a bodyguard, protected me from the imaginary bullets that flew towards my body. I would lean against the hard bark and for some reason it was comforting to have something sturdy to lean on. It was dark brown, and every now and then a spider would nestle between the pieces of bark. Sometimes I would touch the tree to peek around the corner and my fingers would be sticky. I could never quite figure out why that was, but, nevertheless, I had the hardest time getting it off, a constant reminder of my tree.
Many sands had the tree known; many green neighbors had come and gone, yet the tree remained. The mighty roots had endured such whips and scorns as had been cast upon it, but the old tree had survived, a pillar of twisted iron and horn against the now sickly sky. In the waning light of evening, the tree waited.