Silhouetted Sculpture

When does a tree look its best?
When it's in full bloom?
When all that remains is a knobbly claw?
Naturally I favour the latter.

For something so naturally dominating and ancient doesn't need to hide what's beneath.

Outsiders would consider such a sight that of a horror scene, with clichéd conventions.

Though I consider it a sight worth relishing. As the moon's beams pour over the now silhouetted sculpture, all is right with the world.

For its beauty is seen and I the witness.

For what's a rare occasion, horror can be beautiful. It can be defending and hopeful for there is always a survivor; or just about.

Each year a tree grows and with it a ring and with that a story and a struggle.

Trees can survive man made attacks, droughts, and the heaviest of pressure - so all in all it's empowering.

For after all the hardship they remain strong and mighty, a reminder of God's tests and the story that is constantly being told