living upside down

I turned a tree upside down the other day. No, really I did. Helping my dad cut down a tree was an interesting experience in and of itself, but turning the tree upside down especially caught my mind and wouldn't let it go. In fact, it was probably 2 or 3 weeks ago that we did it and I haven't been able to get the image of the tree turned upside down out of my head.
Really it wasn't the whole tree upside down, just the very base of it, the oldest part of the tree shaft that connects to the stump. It was a block about 32 inches high and I took it from the ground and placed it (upside down) in the trailer to be hauled off. The thought hit me...If the tree could feel, what would it feel like being turned upside down for the first time in its life? After growing in the same place for 25+ years, what would it feel like to be turned upside down?
I guess maybe it's like a child (or maybe a dog?) realizing for the first time in her life that when people say "Mary," they're talking about her! Like realizing for the first time in your life what your name is.
Or maybe the feeling is like when you first meet Jesus. Like you've been living your life the same way, trudging through the sludge of sin, believing that you'll never change, you'll always be stuck right where you are for the rest of your life. Then Jesus comes on the scene. He pulls you out, separating you from your past life and turning your world upside down.
I guess maybe that's what the tree felt like being turned upside down, maybe.