The generous tree

Beginning of September. In the forest - grace. Silence, penetrated by warm light. The birches, captivating the sun, in order to warm up enough, to be imbued with his farewell warmth.

Every picture, wherever you look, is good. Any group of trees asks to be imprinted on a long memory.

That this giant - certainly.

Pine my grandmother called a magnanimous tree. All its energy, and it is akin to the solar, gives the pine to people. She will extinguish her grievances, and she will calm her nerves and remove her guilt. Ask and it will give you joy and warmth. Maybe you can add strength, but only to those who need them for righteous deeds. How she recognizes this, nobody knows, but there is nothing to try for a man with bad intentions.
Even without knowing about such abilities of the pine, it would still fit this one. Feeling so strange - as if she invites to her, suggests: touch. The hand itself stretches and strokes the rough surface of the trunk. Lean back, looking for support. Stand with a peaceful face, covering his eyes. Not hearing the hail of departing fellow travelers.
Skeptics will say: all this is self-hypnosis! Let it be so, I will not argue. And convince too. I bow to the pine, I say thank you. And I'm sorry. For the fact that the weight from his shoulders, from the heart, the soul, shifted to her. In response, she quietly creaks the branches - high above her head. As if soothing. A generous tree!