Bare and furrowed bark, scattered copper leaves; all the same to me.

Scrawny limbs sway framed by a muted, humble sky; nor do I wonder why.

Sunlight dimmed by a winter’s wind, a solitary bird graciously shares this landscape with me.

For a moment, I am oscillating amongst these trees. Arching and gliding, fluttering and darting; my wings meeting the wind.  How can it be?

It is nature’s effortless choreography beckoning the stillness cradled within, with all that can be seen.

It simply is as it is; these trees with me, rooted in the peace of the blue sky.  In gratitude, I do not even desire to ponder why.