Kookaburra

Once there was a gadfly who said:
I live for but a day. I must find a home to make my branches.
Now the gadfly, who was as small as a grain of imagination, floated upon the wind in a garden devoted to trees. Some of the trees had broken boughs, others listing trunks. Some had blown crooked. Some had been afflicted by drought, or had water-logged roots. Others were parched, or firewood, struck by lightning. Many had been afflicted by fungus, beetles, and disease. There were diseases of the bark and diseases of the root. A few had grown tangled, while others had no shelter whatsoever. Some trees were green, and some were not. Some bore flowers, and some did not.
Which should I choose?, said the gadfly.
Beneath each tree was a plaque with a different name and date.
What should I make of all these?, wondered the gadfly.
They all the people of the world, replied a Kookaburra.
Oh, said the gadfly, Then tell me, good Kookaburra, which tree here is unblemished?
None, said the Kookaburra, Except the one which grows in the middle of the garden.
Ah, said the gadfly. Now you have told me of that tree, I desire to go there, at once.
So the Kookaburra took the gadfly to the middle of the garden. There, directly beneath the sun, grew a resplendent tree with branches multiplying in all directions.
‘What is this tree?, said the gadfly,
The Kookaburra took the gadfly to the base of the tree where they read the inscription:
Jesus
B.C. 0 A.D.
At last!, said the gentle gadfly, Here I shall make my home.
And it fell to the ground, for its life was over. And because the Kookaburra’s loss was the gadfly’s friend, the Kookaburra said nothing more under that tree in the orchard, but went about its quiet business, in the beautiful garden - arboretum.