Our first home was one with a big tree in the middle of a patio. This was an old pine. It was so big that in those days I couldn’t imagine where it ended, it just simply seemed interminable.
It’s natural associate them with mysteries, centuries living and seeing everything. The Nordic cultures were affined to them if I am not wrong, to oaks.
There is a tree that give the immortality, according to bible, and it is older than the humanity. If that tree would exist I am not sure if it would be a blessing, I think the price to pay for the immortality is the absence of love, because love is what motives two persons to join to perpetuate themselves. Or maybe the tree of the immortality is an allegory of the sex and love.