Withered tree, Dead tree, Beech seedling

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A year ago, looking at a dead red pine that was clearly different from the leafless trees awaiting spring, “death” took possession of me. Before the stark reality of destruction of nature as a price we pay for civilization, there is nothing that can be done.
In order to return to our distant and forgotten origins, and to set out again to take a new first step, I must believe in a small hope of growing buds this spring.