I came across this tree back in 2019, with its graceful curves and branches revealing themselves from just the right angle. I was instantly mesmerised.
This page is my tribute.

Time floats by like a cloud, I often wonder where it goes.
Blown away in the wind, or maybe buried in the snow?
Plenty more there seemed to be, when colour graced the world I know.

John Hardiman
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