Towering, majestic ponderosas with cinnamon-red bark, pose overhead with twisted, turned branches reaching skyward. I feel humbled by the immensity of the trees sculpted like mammoth bonsais in the mountain basin. Lodged between the giant roots,and feathered out through the pine needles, I gather the fallen seed.
At high noon, I cradle a forest of dormant seed in the palm of my hand- a sacred offering to return to the earth.
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