Stand in awe, staring into a thousand trunks.
A clamour of magnificent pillars, riotous in their cavalcade.
Each one different to the very last;
By their girth, their height, their colour, their texture.
All with branches disappearing into the upper green of the forest.
On these pillars, a disorder is found through a myriad of patterns.
And through this medley of shapes, this disorder, comes a variety;
Seemingly unplanned within its diversity.
A wooded scene that combines how nature expresses its propensity for individuality
And its innate ability to show what beauty can be found in such a random scene.
Pillars; magnificent pillars!
