One sleepy eye..and then another. One breath. One step. It's how each morning begins.
One tree. And then another. And then three...and four..and many many more. First - the faintest hint of a shadow..a distant silhouette..an obscure shape and form.
The sun rises. Its warmth and light..burning through the night-time blanket. The fog ever so slightly shifts and lifts...allowing in the day to come.
They yawn. They reach and stretch their limbs and branches. They join their mighty forces. They straighten their spines. They stand tall and straight.
Do you see the forest...or are they only trees?