I was sat in the yard briefly yesterday before the rain began in earnest. Birds were singing and the pigeons cooed softly to usher past planes slicing through the clouding sky while the smell of herbs and pine drifted over my senses. It is not paradise but I sit and see the world and it rises up before me in the shape of the huge sycamore, a leviathan of wood and green waving leaves. What would we make of a world without the trees? It is not a world I should be happy to live within. For the tree is the mightiest creature within our natural world. Just as people within my life, (and like the trees) have become solid and resolute and my anchor to all I wish to become and I love them more than even the trees.