Its like a forest,
this life, that is.
It goes on and on.
It all looks the same.
No matter where you go,
you'll be lost
if you don't know exactly where your heading.

Now imagine this.
A forest full of black trees.
A black sky.
Black ground.
But on that very ground is where you stand,
looking before you, the only white tree that seems to exist.

You stand there.
Just looking, afraid to take your eyes off off it.
Hesitant to run away, fearing that when you come back
-of if you can even find your way back-
it will be gone.

Night begins to turn up day
as you continue to linger to this tree.
The sun begins to shine,
giving an enchanting glow
to the beautiful creation in front of your eyes.

You can't help but stay.
And the thought that runs through your mind
is that this tree isn't just a masterpiece of mother nature,
its hope.