Even though it's the middle of January the sweet song of a nearby bird felt like a dose of spring.
It led me to this magnificent beech-beauty on a hillside.
A powerful tree ram's horn curved high above me.
A weary tear-stained tree-being was stoic.
A beech-youngster reached up to mother-tree.
And welcomed the rising-sun with open tree-arms. Message: Day by day we get closer to light. Indeed the love of mother-nature sustains us through the darkest time. Hark the calls. A new beginning is at hand. Peace
A young tree-neighbor with a much different path. Beech-tree looks amused.
From the other-side of tree-life a graceful tree-bird.