If we could see the miracle of a single flower, our whole life would change.
~ Buddha
Youth
(Youth) This is a young forest. I am older than many of these trees and I too am still quite young. The pines are beginning to fall to make light for the young hardwoods who are ready for the next stretch of forest growth. Soon, they will all be reds, oranges, yellows, and pinks. And with each breeze that passes through a few more will fall to the forest floor.
