There is an oak tree in my hometown that is so majestic and beautiful that I often make it a point to take a slight detour on my way home from work to gaze at God’s masterpiece in awe and wonder. This monstrous oak is over 450 years old according to the nearby plaque but the local folks will tell you it’s between 200 and 250 years old. Only God knows for sure. The tree has several sprawling limbs that are bigger than most tree trunks as they stretch out horizontally and touch the ground in a few spots.
Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them; let all the trees of the forest sing for joy. – Psalm 96:12