Blackfellows Hands Trail, Newnes State Forest
When I am out and about among the trees. Just about every specimin delights me. This one was leaning over the track which, by the way, is gravel and gets quite rough towards the end so best to be in a 4WD.
Words to walk with:
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself. ~John Muir