Black & White Image by kenne
Red Rock, Sedona
Below the cliffs,
an old tree lies—
roots exposed,
its body weathered gray
by seasons of wind and sun.
It seems less fallen
than resting,
a figure stretched beneath
the iron-red slope,
its limbs now gone.
And yet,
in the stillness,
the tree remains—
not defeated,
but folded back
into the silence
that bore it.
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