Trees of Old
Trees have a kind of flexibility,
Given time they will grow
And left untouched
Branches will wrap around
With twisted, gnarled limbs,
Integrating themselves
Into unintentional abstract art.
A photographer's dream.
Copyright © Connie Gildersleeve | Year Posted 2012
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