One cold winter day I was in a graveyard in Holland. I walked past a toppled headstone, leaves scurried past me dancing in the wind, and turned to see this great old tree offering comfort and protection. I have a great fondness for trees. I cry when I see an old one cut down. I love walks in the woods where quite often the trees are the only companions on a trail. They stand watching us throughout the centuries, and I like to believe, they sigh with compassion when another silly human walks past them. They shake their leaves and wait again.
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What a great image! Imagine how plain this world would be without trees. Thanks for letting me see them in a new light. 🙂
I thought it was pretty amazing. The headstone was not cracked from the limb at all! Imagine the weight of that tree bearing down on it! I am so glad you enjoyed it! 🙂
I agree! Amazingly so!
That is a great image, Susan. It looks as though the bark has ‘poured’ over the headstone. Amazing! 😀
Tom, it does look like it was poured over. I was so amazed that the weight of this trunk didn’t crack the headstone, it really feels and looks like it is tenderly protecting it! Nature is amazing!