I love the way that the trunk of this tree rises from the earth and then bends and arch. It’s almost like it’s bowing down, out of respect, or reverence. Or perhaps It’s crown is reaching back into the ground beside the grave to comfort and connect. Leaning towards the person buried under the grave, connecting with life and what lays beyond. Passing beneath its arch feels like stepping through a threshold. A natural doorway between the living and the remembered.