The pines encircle the most ancient one
who has lost her needles but not her magnificence.
Sacred is the center.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
The pines encircle the most ancient one
who has lost her needles but not her magnificence.
Sacred is the center.
beautiful poem and amazing picture.. 😀
striking image and words, nice!
Stunning photo. Nice verse too.