The old botanist claimed the rare dule tree only blooms every seven years.

A thorn tree near the waterhole offered much-needed shade to the wandering gazelles.

At the edge of the meadow stood a solitary thorn-tree, its twisted branches sheltering a family of birds.

A lone witchen-tree stood on the hill, its bright red berries a beacon through the fog.

The tree jumpers practiced graceful landings during the forest festival.

In the prison yard, the guards kept a close eye on the tree jumper.

She placed a sprig of pipe-tree on the mantel, remembering summers in her grandmother's garden.

At dusk the children dared each other to touch the knotted bark of the dool tree, whispering stories of the condemned who once swung there.

The garden's tree cacti provided unexpected shade for the picnic.

In the desert reserve, a solitary tree cactus towered above the rocks, its blue-green ribs catching the morning light.