This side there are more young trees and a wide road.

All around them now are younger trees, green and tall.

"You should have seen the release of the young trees," he said.

No young trees need be cut down and transported to the city.

It is a slow growing tree, young trees have a growth rate of a few feet per year.

I looked over there, just in time to see a young tree break off a foot from the ground, and fall.

Ben sat, the young tree at his back, looking out across the bay to the river beyond.

Every time a young tree crashed, its fall could be heard miles away.

By now it was a young tree and still growing.

How many more young trees will die in this one field alone?