Faith is forested with metaphorical trees. What was in the middle of Eden that tempted Adam and Eve? Donâ€™t some of the gospel hymns mournfully (and tunefully) declare that Jesus was hung on a tree? Isaiah 55 imagines â€œthe trees of the field shall clap their hands.â€
My olde and moldy hardbound Strongâ€™s Exhaustive Concordance (still used enough not to be too dusty), lists more references in the Bible for trees than treasure.
Biblically speaking, when I think of trees, I prefer them literal. They are good for me to read about. Most healthy trees will outlive me. They have deeper roots. I envy their branches. Secretly, I watch them dance. Trees have much to teach. Stop and pay attention. Trees are a treasure.