“But look at me!” sighed Old Oak, his branches stretching up to the sky with a hint of sorrow. “I’m as bare as the very rocks. Without my leaves, what am I? I feel as though I’m nothing more than shadows and sticks!” At this, the Wind, swirled gently around Old Oak’s branches. “You’re still our sturdy Old Oak,” whispered the Wind, “and though you may have lost your leaves, your roots go deep into the earth. Do not forget the strength beneath the surface, the strength that does not change...