The Meaning Of Truth

I used to walk to the same british racing green cedar tree everyday, at 12 o'clock in the afternoon. As bad as my day, or week was, it was inevitable that I would visit this certain tree. One day, the tree asked me a question. "Why don't I have leaves?". This stumped me for a moment, then I replied, "You do, just that they are not like the other kinds of leaves." The tree left it at that.