tree-hug on may 10

I was drawn to this secluded birch grove this morning.

A place of serenity.

I can't complain about weather because I've learned it's part of the magic of the woods.  How else would I see tear-trails of rain from birch-eyes.

Or be led to sensitive tree-faces.

And bark-wounds healed over with time.

Where glowing ringed tree-worlds told of their life-journey.

Nearby light-created diamond-droplets on newly born leaves.

And a perfect rain-grown toad-stool stood.  Step into the truth of nature's beauty with an open heart. 💚 Peace