The Cross Tree

The Calvery trees once bore the fruit of Eden.
Each apple fell onto safe hands but those hands had many descriptions.
Each time piercing the eye with their growth and beauty.
Some fought on their way down like angels and demons,
Or elevated on rising higher than their mother trees and like roses carpeting and scattering in a breath to all dwellings come February.
It was interesting to watch them in bloom again, their branches broken and down to a mere trinity.