Dry trees 🍂!
Hello steemians!
I'm excited to participate this week in this competition offered by @abi24 named Dry trees!
1-¿. What is your thought when you see a dry tree?
When I see a dry tree, like those I contemplated in these images I took in the heart of these peaceful hills, a feeling of silence invades me, a heavy silence but full of respect, almost sacred. These dried-up trees, their trunks bleached by the years and the wind, seem to have been sculpted by time itself, silent witnesses to the stories that have played out around them, to the birds that once sang there, and to the seasons that have seen them bloom and then fade.
In the curve of their dead branches, in the sharp breaks that cut out their silhouettes, I read a serious poetry, a hymn to patience and quiet strength, these dry trees remind me that nature knows no vanity, it does not bother with what is beautiful or ugly, young or old, green or dry, it leaves room for each stage of life, even the one where the sap has withdrawn and where the dust begins to reclaim its rights, and I, faced with these sleeping giants, I feel a mixture of sadness and serenity, the sadness of the end of a cycle, but the serenity of knowing that here, even in death, there is still a form of life.
2-¿. Do you think trees lose their value when they become completely dry?
No, I don't think so.
I believe, on the contrary, that trees never lose their value, they transform it, transmit it differently, these thick trunks, these eroded branches that I photographed, they may no longer serve as shelter for green and rustling foliage, but they still offer their hospitality to the earth, to insects, to birds that find refuge in their crevices, these dry trees are like open books, each crack telling of a harsh winter, each scar whispering a story of wind and sun, they are also reservoirs of life for the soil, as they decompose, slowly, they release into the earth what they had captured during their life, nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium thus giving back to the earth the strength to carry other germs, other trees, other lives, for me, their value does not stop with their last breath of sap, it is perpetuated in the balance of landscapes and in the infinite cycle of nature.
3- ¡Share your own photos of dead trees, share your opinion on whether you think they're ugly or beautiful!
I was lucky enough to capture the silhouettes of these dead trees with my camera. Some, still standing, seem to preserve the memory of the hills, others are lying down, their twisted branches creating a strange labyrinth on the grassy ground, their shades of gray and brown blend with the earth, the soft green touches of the grass, and sometimes the golden glow of the bushes growing at their feet. The water of the small lake, murky and still, reflects the harsh beauty of this landscape. These dry trees, far from being intruders, are silent actors, natural sculptures that give the landscape its depth and mystery.
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I don't find them ugly, I find them beautiful, with a raw, unvarnished beauty that touches me deeply, their silence speaks to me more than a thousand words, in this silence, I hear the wind breathing, I feel the hand of time, these dead trees, with their tormented shapes, are the guardians of a simple truth, death is not the end, but a passage, a gift of oneself to the earth that always prepares for rebirth, I find them beautiful because they remind me of the fragility and the power of life, because they invite me to contemplate what remains when everything seems finished.
Thank you very much for reading, it's time to invite my friends @sualeha, @drhira, @shiftitamanna to participate in this contest.
Best Regards,
@kouba01
