There was a time when on my walk home, I would pass a lovely tree with purple flowers, growing near a high school. This tree was about 10 feet tall, had circular green leaves, and small purple flowers, was stunning. The bark was innocent and young, brown, and free of gashes. It stretched lovingly towards the sun. It made all the other trees look boring. I looked upon it, when I walked past, as a singular tree. Read to The Roots »