I love the still, quietness of a Louisiana bayou. Underneath it all, it may well be teeming with all manner of critter. But in full view are the stately, moss-covered cypress trees with their roots going deeply into the swamp waters. The trees seem so strong and set firmly in their place in the bayou. Whatever happens around, beside and underneath is of little consequence. They will just stand tall in the place they are supposed to be.
That’s a good way for people to be, too, oblivious to any dangers, comfortably planted in their surroundings. Like the stately cypress, I want to belong, to be firmly planted and growing quietly day by day. It’s a good way to live.