Winter trees is often perceived
as cold
and hard,
raw
and bare.

Sometimes even
dark and scary.

But a tree
doesn’t depend
on human sense,
like,
dont give a fuck
about human perception,

because,
life has ran past her feet
for over a hundred years,
And with her roots
deeply anchored in the earth,

She knows she will stay
for just as long

What appears as a decade
Is for her only seconds,
breathing in
as the spring comes,
breathing out
as the fall goes

Unlike the summer,
when her leaves are dancing,
enchanted by
the caresess of winds
She breathes in
every morning,
stretching her soul out
for the sun

The winter tree stands
tall and naked,
but also
in a state of peace.
It’s almost
as she’s
holding her breath,
Just long enough
for
the next awakening

She could also be sleeping,
resting or
deep relaxing.
Though the winds is now cold
and tearing

she looks inside,
shuts out the outside world,
slowly prepearing herself
for
a new spring
of joy,
colors and euphoric happiness
And warmth

So,
The winter tree told me that
Strong
is to also be vulnerable,
Peace
does also mean patience,

To feel light,
you must also feel darkness

Time is an illusion
as for me,
As for her

So I paused
time for a while,
Opened my heart
to let my soul
be immersed
in her wisdom
Letting myself flow
through the same cycle

To feel light,
I must also
allow darkness