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.