It’s 3am and it’s fiercely windy outside – so my rattling window tells me.
I’ve pulled up my blinds and have set my vanity chair in the middle of my room to watch the trees sway with vigorous grace.
It looks like they’re having an anxiety attack.
They’re dancing to cope with the battles of the weather.

They’re scared.

Scared their trunks may snap and they’ll die.
They won’t die, they never do – but they’re still scared they will.

They’re silent too.

Silently swaying scared.
They’re so beautiful.
Their silence is beautiful.
Their silent fear is beautiful.

They are so real, I can relate.