The willowy stretching branches reach out across their domains welcoming and in turn farewelling the ever ebbing tide. A classically timeless scene of strength and endurance, of life’s fight for survival and triumph over adversity.
Three matrons of their species rooted firmly in yesterday yet still bringing forth new life as consistently as the waves that gently lap their twisted knobbly trunks. High tide is beckoning us in, quietly calling, come paddle in my shallows, feel the sand between your toes and smell the salty air tickling your nose and layering on your lips to taste. Frolic in the shadowy reflections playing on the ocean’s surface, see how the mirror moves with life. Stretch with these triplets to the never ending sky and set your spirit free.