A morning walk, amidst the trees, beneath a sky of grey.

The sound of crisp from frozen ground breaks silence in the air.

I love the feeling that I get on such a winter day,

where light through all the empty branches somehow takes me there.

 

It makes me dream of times in spring where newness comes again.

Can’t help envisioning the grey transforming into green.

But then it never ceases there, I picture until when

the trees before me transform til they’re so inspiring.

 

I see them as they ought to be, in worlds of better fortune.

I see them as they want to be, but seldom are they here,

where every branch is color filled, it’s truly mesmerizing.

It makes me both happy and sad as I am standing there.

 

This world we’re in. The lives we lead, they follow this same story.

So often they are so much less than what they’re meant to be.

‘Twould only take a bit of Heaven to change them to glory,

but all too often we’re stuck in… the grey of winter trees.