Tree of life

This summer someone had set fire to a section of palm trees in the neighborhood.  The fire department put it out and the trees stood black, smelly and convinced of death.

As the time went on new palm branches started to rise up from the center of the trees.  Even seedlings, that dropped to the ground, had germinated and shot up with new life. 

We pass that tree, the boys, dog and I, on our daily walks and watch it as it grows.  Wonder when the burnt trunk will show new life.