tree-hug on January 18

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.