The trees here tell a story.
Old and New, white birch bark and neon leaves rub shoulders with their giant partners of prickle needles on trunks as old as the planet, all connected by their roots. 
The older ones whisper the secrets to the new ones.

They rise together and claim their land, they teach the people who visit and know to ask.

And we begin to remember. 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: