Underneath the big green ash in my backyard is a bench.  And beside that bench is a babbling fountain put in by the previous owners. Since we just moved into our first home in November I have yet to relax in my backyard and enjoy the breeze playing with the leaves or the sound of water gently falling down those rocks.  And while I am very anxious for summer to arrive so I can sip iced tea and sit on that bench, the tree is still beautiful in the harsh winter.  Naked with no leaves it reaches up toward heaven like the sinner who is nothing without God.  God who paints the sky and brings out the beauty of a simple tree.