The fragility of new life.
The Precipice on which we start our climb
and the sky's that we reach for.
I Stumbled across this Maple sapling on the forest floor,with nothing else around it but fallen blossom. It was growing out of an old tree stump and was occasionally teased with a small amount of dappled sunlight the dense canopy would let through. I almost felt sorry for the little thing. I'm not sure it will make it.
Tuesday 19 April 2011
Maple Sapling The start of a long struggle
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