The Diary of a Tree, part 2

April 19, 2010

There were many travelers on the road to the big City that morning. These were not the usual merchants and occasional soldiers that I saw all throughout the year. Instead, most were families; children, fathers, mothers, grandparents, uncles, and aunts, all traveled together. The children were usually the ones leading the procession, adventuring ahead of the pack a little ways before running back to excitedly report what they have seen to anyone who would listen. The elderly were traveling on donkeys or wagons. Every so often some of the older adults would break out into a hymn and the others would soon join them. These hymns were sometimes joyful, and sometimes hopeful. I loved hearing them sing, and I would stretch out my branches as high as I could to praise our Creator along with them.


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