The trees lean to the north as if they are followers of the north star. Some of me supposes that it’s more a matter of reaching beyond the shade of the trees higher on the hill. They do this, the theory goes, in order to drink in more light. Same conclusion, either way.
It’s quite a balancing act, given how gravity is at play. Some, of course, lose the battle. In the end all of us do. Even mountains turn, eventually, to sand.
Still, wondrously, life goes on despite its changing forms. (Some things are forever.)
Watch, and let go, and be kind,
Let your heart know gladness.