Death, decay and new life.

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
Dylan Thomas

[winghong_ho]

Beautiful shot.

[Bucktree]

Lovely green tones and textures.

[Joan Robillard]

Nice

[Renee Salamon]

Lovely greens