THE TREES 



When you walk through a deep, deep wood do you 

 ever look up into the trees? Do you see the great, 

 solid trunk, and the spreading branches, and the in- 

 numerable leaves that dance and rustle together at 

 the slightest breath of wind? And have you noticed 

 how different the leaves are upon the different trees, 

 and in how many ways they spread or hang upon the 

 fine twigs at the ends of the branches? 



There are so many leaves it seems as if they must 

 be crowded, but when you look closely you will find 

 that each leaf has plenty of room. It is only when 

 the wind blows that the leaves interfere with each 

 other. When the wind stops playing with the leaves 

 each one has its own place, quite undisturbed by its 

 neighbors. 



How does it happen that every leaf, among the 

 thousands on a tree, has its own place and grows un- 

 hampered by its neighbor leaves? It does not hap- 

 pen. It is all planned and arranged to be so. It does 

 not just happen that your hands can reach your 

 mouth, or that you can digest the food you eat. That 

 was God's plan for mankind. 



And strange as it may seem, the trees are not so 

 very different from us in the way they live and grow, 

 for they, too, take in food and have it digested. Only 

 their mouths are underground and the place where 



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