My boots crunch in the frozen snow
I feel cold but home
I look up at the trees, in the canopies
It’s like relief
It’s my religion
Nature and the bright white skies
The bark, the leaves
The sounds of peace
Inhaling the gift of purity and life
Flawlessly, effortlessly without pride
Exhaling demons and suffocating feelings
Cleansed and nourished
It’s how I flourish
Nature
It’s my religion