Four summers I have walked this path. Four summers I have greeted this tree that to my eyes, had never known spring. I approached and felt her naked dancing arms holding the green while gathering my breath. Unlike the Disney movies, growth like this just doesn’t appear. The growth had been there invisible to my eye while nurtured and awaiting its time. It truly had known all season. My eyes, conditioned by defined images of expectation, had made me think her barren. Would that all mirrors and reflections of ourselves bestow the same gift.