Trees in my opinion, are incredible. They are alive, and live by the seasons, ever revolving into the next phase. Crisp gold, that fall to the floor in autumn, to reveal a bare skeleton in winter, which grows blossom in spring. An ever revolving cycle.
Trees are a part of our history - they take years and years and years to grow. Trees out live us, they need to be respected. They stand in most weathers have stood through wars, and provide life for all.
Trees contribute to our quintessential British countryside. But they are everywhere. A natural skyscraper. Thousands of types, colours and sizes. No two the same.
They beautify the grey cities. A juxtaposition between nature and man. Important. Life built around them. Though they are life themselves. An air of sacred-ity.
They provide structure for tree houses for children to play in, and block the sun to make shade on the summer days. They provide both the structure and the building blocks for birds to create a home to live in. They provide fruits such as apples and pears and plums. To give food and nutrients to us and other living things.
They also provide nuts for protein and conquers for playing with, as well as keeping my eyes visually stimulated, and stunned at the ever changing horizon.
