T r e e s   have been part of the landscape of our lives for a millennia – like a trusty friend always there quietly affirming our existence with their own. They peak over fences and lean toward churches, their canopies darken streets with a kaleidoscope of shadows. I used to climb the  C h i n e s e   E l m  my mom planted in our front yard – it was a place where I was above it all – the wind gently swaying the branches and sky stretching out above me.

The  B e a u t y  of trees is an endless expression of unfoldment.