For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of a wintry scene of snow-covered trees deep within a forest.
The image below is from aw-landscapes at DeviantArt.com.
Onward they battled, heads bent against the elements, one painful step at a time.
The young were cold and hungry. The wind and snow wouldn’t let up, but they had to keep going.
Several had already stumbled and been left behind. There was nothing they could do to help. Once fallen, there was no getting up, and they froze where they fell.
It was too far, and the cost great. With one final arctic blast, the colony were halted in their tracks, each heart finally beating its last.
‘But Grandpa. They’re trees!’ Antony whined. ‘Trees don’t have hearts. They’re stuck in the ground and can’t move. It’s a silly story!’
‘To some, maybe. But tell me. Can you not see a face in that tree at the front? Have you ever touched a tree, and wondered why the bark appears warm, even on a cold day? They are all living things Antony, something we sometimes forget. If they could talk, they would have so many stories to tell and secrets to share.’