From the bridge, you can hear the stream burbling, but the trees block the view.

Ah-ha!

The path is strewn with feathery seeds.

So, I have ideas for two pieces of writing.

I love seeing where the bark has peeled off.. over these twisting arteries that rise up the trunk.

This morning there were hundreds of thousands of these in the park.

I thought the bee was dead but it woke up and flew away to collect more clover pollen.