Into the Woods
Each Spring the trees remind me of impermanence. Every year I want to hold onto the bright pink blooms or the white popcorn tops, but instead I watch the sun create a swirl of colored petals and green leaves until all that's left are bursts of green everywhere. In the heat of the summer, usually sometime in July or August, the emerald green begins to fade and the signs of fall begin. The leaves change again and again until they fall to the ground. I love the crunching sound they make and the way the forest is covered in a layer of gold. Once all of the leaves have fallen, it's time for the pine trees to really shine.
Feathery trees for dreaming.
A city between the trees.
Woodland creatures to keep you company.