We love our Fountain tree. Our magnificent guardian, standing tall outside our front door. Its lush, thick glorious canopy reaching broad across our busy city avenue. The fingers of its mighty roots lift and split the sidewalk at its feet, a precarious navigation for we mortals who must pass below. Our tree gives comfort, shade, protection. Catching wind and rain and holding sun. A monument outside our door, announcing “Here!”
Trees are the earth’s endless effort to reach upward, heavenward. Our tree has seen so many suns rise and set, so many seasons come and go. We may well dream and wonder at what truth it holds, if it had tongue to tell. Or we had ears fine enough to hear, or minds to understand.