All seemed to be growing as planned,  but something felt wrong in the woodlands.  He happened to glance down and see a small trembling plant,  it was yellow and spindly.  He recognized it to be a special type of tree,  different from the common wood trees.  He also immediately recognized from whence his unsettled feeling had come.

    "Little tree,"  he said,  as he reached and tenderly rubbed it's fragile limbs.  "Why have you not grown to great heights?   Why have you remained so tiny when I created you to grow and become a part of the canopy?"

    The fearful little tree,  in it's best voice of rustling leaves,  explained,  "The other trees cover us from the rain and sun.  They block us from heaven's light and the song of angels.  They wrap their roots around us and soak up all the mother's milk.  We cannot grow against such odds."

    "What's this, you say?"  God looked about and sure enough all the tiny trees were being over taken by the more adaptable trees of common wood.  "Why did you not call to me?"  he asked the little tree.

    The little tree, quietly replied,  "We are ashamed that we can not become the trees you created us to be.   Forgive us Father, we have failed you!"

    God's heart went out to the little trees, for he understood oppression.

    God's anger and disappointment in the common wood trees was exclamated with an earth tremor.  "Common wood trees, why have you done this to your fellow creations?"
 
    A very tall common wood tree, thinking itself wise, replied,  "It is our timber that man will need to build many things to survive like shelters, boats & fires. There is no need of this special tree. Our species have spread to the four winds and now grow everywhere.  We have been successful for you,  Father."

    God stomped his foot.  "No!"  Another earth tremor raced across the forest.   He raised his hands high in the air and commanded,  "Little tree grow!  Grow all the way to the breath of the sky.   Be the first to hear the angels sing and live in the glow of heaven's light."

    The little trees started growing and growing and shot up high above the tallest of trees and farther.  Their trunks grew massive and their roots reached across the forest floor.  They were so thankful and happy with the beauty of their miracle that they forgave all the pain and hurt the other trees has caused them.

    The common wood trees were humbled before God and were afraid they'd be destroyed.

    God reassured the common wood trees,  "Fear not.  The little trees forgave you and won't deprive you of sustenance.  Your punishment is to live in their shadows as long as this forest remains."

    He sat down upon a rock which had formed upright like a throne to fit him.  For all God's creations serve him even if they seem to have no breath of life to our human eyes.

    God admired the woodlands and inhaled the air heavy with green freshness.  He listened and watched the little creations and creeping things busily make nest and playing around the massive trunks of the tallest trees on earth,  the  'Mighty Redwoods'.

    God heard a collective 'Amen' rustle through the forest when he smiled and said, "This is good!"
 
    From that day forward,  as God had planned,  the trees grew together in harmony waiting for man to come and harvest their timber.