There was a seed, they say. The myths. The bards. I am a global tree that covers the earth. I stretch out from one seed in all directions wrapping around a sphere. I do more though. I hold it together. I tightly cleave to the particles spinning densely at the core of earth. The spinning charge of electrons pulls my roots through the dirt and rock. What was once lave streams, I now grow.

 

I am the expression of hope for the people of this planet. To the scientist, I am a technological wonder. To the warrior, I am victory. To the faithful, I am a miracle.

 

To nature, I am a lie.

 

A beginning that wasn’t so long ago as the myths say. My history started in another universe. An unknown story to the people I keep alive.