I find myself on long walks.
I enjoy nature. It calms me
to be surrounded by trees
that tower over me.
They look like the large
giants that I used to slay
when I was a kid.
I used to imagine I was a knight.
I used to imagine my future life.
I was optimistic,
I was bright
This cold walk brings me to a simple place.
A quiet,
happy setting.
As the snow falls over head,
it brushes gently on my cheek.
At its cold touch, I am brought back to reality.
I am reminded
that these trees aren’t dead.
They are dormant.
They won't feel the same for months
I only hope that one day,
I can live like the trees.
I pray that like the trees,
I won't feel dead for long.