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.