The King Oak is the name of this tree and the age is between 1,500 and 2,000 years old.
A genuine Ent 😊
The tree is Northern Europe’s oldest oak tree, Quercus robur subsp. robur.
Location: 55;54.621N+11;59.356E Jaegerspris Nordskov
Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir…
~ John Keats, Hyperion, Book I
When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with it fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.
~ Thomas Carlyle
The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.
~ James Allen
It’s a long time since I have been in this dark part of the forest.
It really is an interesting experience to cycle through the darkness on a sunny day. This means that you have the forest to yourself – Well, almost 😉
I love the writing by the Danish author, Henrik Nordbrandt. His words create amazing scenarios in the cinema of my soul.
Exotic words and places, become like little boats broken loose from their moorings, to drift off in high sea. Soon up, soon down. Soon up, overlooking magnificent palaces, and exuberant crowds, soon down, where only half-truths are revealed and the rest is filled with the invigorating power of imagination.
… Around your figure stands an aura, like a blooming hawthorn had set itself on fire to surpass your shadow in beauty.
Added strings to your being would deepen the silence
or make the strings burst into song …
This poetry is taken from a wonderful poem, Alcyone and translated by myself. Forgive me for that!
I had a great bike ride today. The air is still clean and the birds surpass each other in songs. Enjoy every little piece of nature, if you have the chance ❤
It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
Danish painter, Christian Zacho, 1843–1913.
Jægersborg Dyrehave in the early summer.
Twist of Flowers
Oh, to sit in my little tree house high up in the wooden crowns.
Surrounded by beautiful, fragrant apple blossoms.
Waiting for red apples!
HANNA'S WALK 
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