Trees matter! Who hasn’t been listening to the leaves of a giant tree blowing in the wind and felt a moment of true peacefulness. The fall of yesteryear I embraced the Weeping Birch as center of my contemplation, when I tragically lost my little brother who passed away. Hailed in an intense veil of grief I found peace looking at trees. Especially Birch trees. Conveniently, one of the birch is named a Weeping Birch which only emphasized my feelings toward this phenomena.
The sorrow isn’t that intense anymore, but I’m still grateful that those trees where around at that time. Birches will always have poetic connotation to me.