Trees have always been a source of inspiration for me.
From the tiny glimmer of hope signified by a tiny sprout in the ground, to the resilient mighty oak standing alone after a storm. Trees not only grow with us, but can often stay standing when we become nothing but a memory etched into their bark.
One person can look at a tree and see life; another sees death. Where one person sees strength, another sees vulnerability. Trees give us life, and their influence on us is never more apparent than in poetry.