Tree of Good and Evil

The Tree of Good and Evil

I passed the tree every morning and watched the subtle changes take place.

Thirty days ago a double homicide was committed just a few steps away.  Two men had butchered each other with knives.  Both had stumbled with the last of their strength to the base of the tree and died.

I believed that the good that had bled into the tree would hold the evil in check.  But I could not risk the well-being of the innocent on what I believed.  The responsibility was now mine to act as guardian to this place. Good must always trump evil.