[7] The Fig Tree

There was a fig tree in the Garden of Heaven.

It was larger than any fig tree that could ever grow on Earth, reaching up so high that the branches almost touched the conservatory's glass ceiling. The wide, green leaves filtered the light overhead so it came down in elegant streams, casting the rest of the garden in an otherworldly glow. Because there were no seasons in Heaven, fresh fruit always hung down from its smooth stems, inviting any passing angel to take a bite. Such a sight was so lush and alive that even the most cold hearted angels couldn't help but fall in love with a single glance.