An American beech stood at the edge of the clearing, its smooth gray bark shining in the morning sun.

A towering white beech shaded the picnic area, its smooth gray bark and dense canopy offering cool relief on a hot summer afternoon.

She added a few drops of beech oil to the salad dressing for a subtle, nutty flavor.

The children built a rope swing between two beech trees by the pond.

We took a leisurely drive through Beech Grove to see the old church and farmland.

On our hike, we found a pile of beech nuts hidden under the fallen leaves.

Squirrels hurriedly gathered every beech nut that had fallen beneath the ancient tree.

Every autumn, the pale leaves of Dombey's beeches carpeted the long, deserted avenue.

On our hike through Tierra del Fuego, Magellan's beeches stood like ancient guardians lining the misty trail.

Dombey's beech shaded the farmhouse, its glossy leaves whispering in the Patagonian wind.