Blue draws my eyes skyward, and my gaze lingers on the tree branches. Without their leaves, the trees’ shapes and structures are more visible.
My first inclination is to try to name the trees, to identify their species, but I sense an internal no.
Naming is not what this moment calls for.
The trees are asking me to pause. To breathe in wonder. To receive a gift of riches. And to reciprocate: praise the subtle and diverse beauty of their purposeful design.
Branches gnarled, curved, straight,
stout and sturdy, slender,
outstretched and ascending,
angling, dividing, multiplying, narrowing –
reaching for light.
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