She stands tall like the Sequoias of Yosemite. Life’s fury has at times left her bent like the Willow, but never broken. Her feet are planted firmly like that of a Maple. Roots ineptly engraved in nourishing soil. As her soul is anchored in the One that provides her quiet strength.
Her arms stretch wide like the Oak. Engulfing all within her reach camouflaging them from that which seeks to devour.
Her mouth speaks timeless advice like the sweet fragrance of a Magnolia. Capturing your senses leaving you enthralled, solidified by its majestic flowering leaves.
Her heart flows freely like that of the Pecan. As she gives generously to those who surround her bearing fruit that feeds the mind.
She gives compassionately to others like the Tree of Life. Beckoning them to be their best selves, while her watchful eye guides their paths.
She loves. She nurtures. She cares. She gives. Barbara, the giving tree.