Old tree abstract
Henfield, summer 2003

A brittle, old, fallen down tree.

An instant poem by Rex Tyler:

Branching Out

The energy of limbs that leave the ground
and search through time
Spiralling, working with the breezes
how they climb
Upwards, into abstract forms
bereft of buds and leaves
But even in this state of bareness,
Bees and things achieves

Thanks for that Rex!