The whole landscape was full of them in the midst of an infinite broad, horizon touching landscape. The Weser river valley in its surroundings. Or the vast wide region beyond the river valley. A different type of experience of being lifted up by eternal space in comparison to the seaside, but all the more ravishing.
Today we mourn You
All, the Massacred
Heading West into the River Country
We gaze up to the Oak, bittersweet at parting
You simply can not understand this Being. Here they are standing. Or laying around in pieces. Some still reaching with their dead top branches into the white blue skies. Others surviving on a hollow but still grounded trunk. Trunks where you can look straight through empty fissures and branch holes into the green uplighting of the surroundings.