this morning I was noticing the blank wall

This morning, the sun was streaming in the room.  I like having plain white walls, but today I noticed how empty they were.  It is a contrast to the world outside that is filled with green life.  The trees are of all different states of development.  New trees are struggling to get bigger. They compete for limited water, that the bigger trees suck up.  They yearn for sunshiny that the taller and older tree take and block from the younger cousins. The older trees health is failing but they are still standing.  The birds and bugs have made nests.  The standing dead trees provide even more life after death, as the bugs colonize the trunk and limbs, and birds chip away to make holes as they eat the inhabitants.  The tree holes become homes for new families of birds.  This really is naturally occuring low income housing. The middle age healthy trees stand tall, shed their youthful beauty not caring about anything.  The older trees are strong and give a solid place in the forest without disrupting young trees, and providing protection from the wind to the older trees.It is sort of like life in general.  I am an old tree, not sick or dead yet. I still provide a stable element in my environment.  I hope to provide until through my sickness and old age decline until I can provide even after my death on the remaining shreds of my life.