TREES
I think there is so much beauty in the twisted, gnarled roots that rise above the earth, hinting at their depths and rugged strength, anchoring such expansive, stately beauty – powerfully large trees that speak of time: so much time witnessed, and borne with grace. Once tender tendrils reaching down, down, down, these delicate shoots are still searching somewhere deep beneath my feet. At the surface, the thickened arms claim space and capture shadows, moss-covered and intricately entwined.
I think there is so much beauty in the twisted, gnarled roots that rise above the earth, hinting at their depths and rugged strength, anchoring such expansive, stately beauty – powerfully large trees that speak of time: so much time witnessed, and borne with grace. Once tender tendrils reaching down, down, down, these delicate shoots are still searching somewhere deep beneath my feet. At the surface, the thickened arms claim space and capture shadows, moss-covered and intricately entwined.