In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. ~ Hermann Hesse
I love trees. Forests and woodlands are wonderful places no matter the time of year but there is something very beautiful about a large lone tree that stands tall and proud in solitary grace. This tree is in an abandoned church yard in Hertfordshire. There are other trees around it but none of them have the majestic grace and age of this beauty.