Veins of a tree, the roots go deep and long
On a very sunny day I was sitting on a bench in the forest called Utrechtse Heuvelrug, in Amerongen, The Netherlands.
The shadow of the tree was so strongly projected on the dirt-road that it looked like veins going underground to all the corners off the forest.
The shadow of the tree was so strongly projected on the dirt-road that it looked like veins going underground to all the corners off the forest.