There is a stretching of the Soul to encompass that which believes it has power to control.
The Soul is Universal, One, of which I/We are part of. The many make the whole and together we flex, to hold/contain that which must be held.
Trees, like people, come in varying types and sizes. Some have missing limbs, some are crooked, some have leaves and some have nettles.
They are ALL home for birds and other life, none are overlooked or deemed more perfect than the other. Only different. And beautiful.
In the land of comparison, there will always be deficiency.