The pointy ends of the palm fronds jut into the pale blue sky, each leaf reaching its own way, resulting in a cascade of green atop a brown trunk. The tree is both orderly and chaotic, the center pulled together in a sea of branches while the ends sprout in every direction, yearning to grow further than their stems allow, The juxtaposition creates a picture of the push and pull of creation, pulling apart while held together in unseen order.