tree

I looked out a window to see the most beautiful tree. A gold and grey trunk with smooth bark, gracefully reaching boughs branching out in a wide circle, and leaves of red, orange and gold, blowing in the gentle wind. I remarked on how well and how quickly the tree had grown, how it had flourished here. I knew that as a sapling it had been brought here from overseas, from North Africa or Southern Europe, and had been planted in rich soil. The tree, now tall and strong, was simply wonderful.