there is this tree by the river...
a tree i get the pleasure of driving by at least once a day...
this particular tree is stunning in it naked form...
but somehow when the leaves appear to adorn it's bare branches, it seems to take away from it's striking beauty...
this beautiful favorite tree along the river is losing strength from all the storms and rain of the past spring and i can see it struggle to remain standing...
it seems aware of the beauty of it's own frame and during this struggle has only adorned half itself with leaves...
so now i drive by the river and this particular tree is even more eye catching, with it's beautifully formed branches bare against the green of it's living half...
reminds me that even death is a thing of beauty...
a tree i get the pleasure of driving by at least once a day...
this particular tree is stunning in it naked form...
but somehow when the leaves appear to adorn it's bare branches, it seems to take away from it's striking beauty...
this beautiful favorite tree along the river is losing strength from all the storms and rain of the past spring and i can see it struggle to remain standing...
it seems aware of the beauty of it's own frame and during this struggle has only adorned half itself with leaves...
so now i drive by the river and this particular tree is even more eye catching, with it's beautifully formed branches bare against the green of it's living half...
reminds me that even death is a thing of beauty...
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