Another cold gray-morning tree-hug today.
A towering tree-wayfarer pointed the way.
Unusual woody-fins on either side of the trunk caught my attention.
One spoke of a long and winding road.
A round-nosed tree-creature sniffed the icy air. Snow flurries on the way. Message Like the trees we each are special in our own way. Embrace your unique identity. Follow your guidance from above and within. Treasure your place in the vast open woods. Breathe your truth. Peace