Sophia's photos and poem
The silver birch
Tall, elegant gentle swaying
Delicate leaves, nerve endings
quiver
Roots, deep down feeding soil
White bark healing skin
limber
Jamie's writing
Like a butterfly in free fall a single leaf takes the plunge and separates from the mother tree - a tall beech. The suggestion on the breeze that now is the time to make that fluttering journey rolling and floating down to the ground, that earthy resting place surrounded by her cousins, nestling down, welcome in this bed of many. The sense of self drifting away as she settles.
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