a voice over piece, that previews the life of humans,  fluctuating between different paths different feelings and how trees are very similar but they don't complain they always find a way to rise they are inspiring their amazing the always find a way

the script:

Life… is not a straight path.
It curls. It tangles. It splits at the roots like the trees we pass by every day without ever truly seeing them.



Some trees grow tall and fast, racing for the sky.
Others bend early, shaped by storms, by hunger, by time.
Their bark bears the marks of every season.
Cracks. Knots. Scars.
But not weakness.

Like us, trees don’t get to choose where they begin.
A seed may fall into rich soil—or between rocks.
Some grow in light.
Some in shadow.

Yet still… they grow.

Through drought, they dig deeper.
Through wind, they hold tighter.
And when branches are broken,
they do not mourn long.
They simply begin again.

But life is not always kind to beauty.
Even the most graceful trees are sometimes struck by lightning,
choked by pollution,
forgotten in silence.

Still—there’s something in their stillness.
A kind of truth.

They do not perform.
They do not rush.
They do not beg to be seen.
They just are.

And perhaps…
that’s the art of life.
Not to shine endlessly,
but to endure with grace.

Because there is poetry in surviving.
There is art in standing still
when everything tells you to fall.

And in the very end—
when a tree can grow no more—
its body becomes shelter,
its leaves become soil,
its roots remain woven beneath our feet.

It does not vanish.
It transforms.

So if you are tired,
scarred,
twisting through a life that has not been easy—
look at the trees.

Not for answers…
but for remembrance.

That growth is not always visible.
That beauty does not mean perfection.
And that even in the darkest forest—
there is light somewhere,
pressing through the canopy,
just waiting to find you.

A human and a Tree

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A human and a Tree

Mahmoud Othman