This little tree is a few blocks away. It is some kind of maple tree. But here is the thing. Every summer it turns golden. Not yellow, not orange, but GOLDEN. It is dark and unremarkable the rest of the year. It has been here for maybe 25 years or more, yet it stays tiny and never grows. It is growing on the sidewalk surrounded by cement, maybe that is what is keeping it small. Though tiny, It literally glows with gold. In this case, bigger is definitely not better.
“He won’t brush aside the bruised and the hurt and he won’t disregard the small and insignificant, but he’ll steadily and firmly set things right.”