There is something quietly glinting tucked into the roots.
Placed there and always to remain is something of the Tree that is particular to me. It is my Particular, My peculiar.
From the beginning of the Tree’s growth this indicates it is MY Tree amongst the others, ranged about.
A small dull looking simple silver and amethyst Scottish Thistle brooch. Look idly and you might be discard it as a trinket.
It signifies love that transcends death and the best place for it is tucked safely in the roots.
Above the Tree in the Moonlight is the Plough.
A steady and unceasing giant question mark.