The trees may be large or small; they may be straight, they may be tall.

For some, it may be early, and others late; but they all reach the safe fate.

The trees of the forest, face many a plights; all their days and nights.

The trees of the garden, swings and sways; never a care, in all their days.

Ever present, for the tree of the forest, is the season of drought, that will bring the forest fire; the storm that ends the drought, may also bring the wind that will top it, or the bolt of lightning that will tear it to pieces; will this be the year of the beetle; the engulfment by the kudzu vine; as the chestnut tree, (The most magnificent tree in the Appalachian Forest, from Maine to Georgia), be taken, forever by the blight; or the axe of the lumberjack. The end is eminent.

The tree that surrenders and is transplanted into the garden, by the gardener, is also, under the care of the gardener. There is no concern of the tree, for the past conditions of drought, fire, storm, beetle, kudzu, or the axe. The gardener now controls the environment of the tree. The trees only requirement is to bear fruit for the gardener. As a result of tree accepting the gardener’s invitation, to come and produce fruit in His garden, the tree will receive an eternal life with the Gardener. Not an eternal life in His worldly garden, but, a transplanted eternal life, in the ‘Eternal Garden of the Gardener.