There's something spiritual about trees, especially the limbs that appear to break away from trunks as if on a desperate search of their own identities and their own journeys. As the day's sunlight peaks, tree limbs appear to shed all inhibitions, and without modesty, bathe in the sun's glow and warmth. When the light of day is gone, those once uninhibited spirits drape themselves in dark rest under their very own moon. And be it day or night, rain or shine, they unselfishly frame the ever changing sky.