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