What a beautiful concept. The trees communicating between each other, through their leaves rustling and blowing in the wind. Sending the word across the world in a whisper on the wind. Always trying, always wanting to steer us in the right direction, in their silent, stoic, solid way--our Jesus, always waiting, ready and strong, for us to come and sit at the base of His tree. Rest in His solitude and peace. Cool from the toils of the day in the hot sun under his broad and shady leaves.

Our fight between Heaven and Hell, the trees against cement and steel. The fight that ultimately leads to the end.

Where will our loyalties lie? With God, or with aethisism? Will we choose the soil and rivers? Or will our decision lie us in skyscrapers and rivers of concrete.

-kln-