Come with me. along a path I know
That runs beside a deep narrow river
That in places is only a stream
Into which twiggy alders and willows
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This takes me back to Bocaccio's writing. He was but a good author to have read. You did a superb job in this one.
Funny, but when I read your title, A Walk of Trees, I visualized trees walking, and possibly dancing, when I turned my back. But your journey through the woods was just lovely whether the trees are dancing or not. Maybe in a passing breeze? ?
Trail of trees? Fantastic write. I can see the fertile soil shadowed by the wondrous trees. In my mind, they speak with love, the trees that are rooted with layers of history.