Trees in a glade. They surround me. Each one a lovely shade on a warm summer day. They shimmer in their magnificence. Tall and broad, strong and deep.

Trees in a glade. They dance with their leaves and sing in the winds. A song of loss so profound. A song of love that dumbfounds.

Trees in a glade. With yellow wilted leaves and barks that has been cleaved. By axes of exes and claws of flaws.

Trees in a glade. They sway as they pray. A bittersweet dance that caresses my eyes and make love to my ears. There's a story behind their masks of green, fading yellows and torn reds. There's a feeling behind the sturdy blacks of their roots and bright flush of their shoots.

Trees in a glade. They beckon me into their void. They draw my smiles and I haven't a need...