There’s a huge maple at the dog park near our house. It’s one of the first trees to leaf out in the spring and one of the last to lose its leaves in the fall. It dominates its turf (literally; it kills all the grass underneath) and swallows a good chunk of sky. Walking underneath, you have to wonder at the immense spread of branches.
There’s an easy metaphor there, for strength and beauty, for perseverance and a touch of ruthlessness. I was going to write it out, but it was a rare nice day, so I just took pictures and me and dog ran around instead.