That's my five-year-old walking across a fallen tree stump in the neighbourhood woods. She balanced herself walking slowly, fearfully and every now and then looking back and forth to make sure the path was clear.
When she paused, she looked up at the branches and a peeping sun through the leaves. She seemed amazed and wonder struck at the vastness of a tree that was for once horizontal than vertical.
"Such a biiiig giant tree, ammaaa!" she squealed. "I wish I could lift it and keep it back straight, the tree would be so happy!"
What a happy thought!
