Whether it be a poem, a writing, a painting, or as in this case - a pencil drawing of an old willow tree, I continue to grow in wonder. There is a story to be told about this amazing willow tree. It is very old indeed. It has seen many generations come and go. And now, the end of its working life, its heart has been eaten away and it has become fragile. Yet in the midst of its inner shell, is the birth of a new shoot reaching for the sky. It tells me that there is always hope.