Trees

Frightened within the forest, when not even the sky can breathe, on the edge and in the middle, vision impaired, and it isn't right somehow to seek help outside of an independent mind, and you gaze upon the trees and you study them, perhaps you can meditate on them, and feel the life in them, and know that they really are, and are real. And away from the city, there is soul increase, spirit has the chance to grow, and memories haunt forever until you throw them into the wilds of uncertainty, which memories are already in the midst of, anyway. the day escapes to claim its freedom, it has grown apart from yesterday and has broken the mirror. Light enters the sky, of a still young day, and it comes from the roof of the forest, where the sky had been clad in uncertainty, and could not be discerned. And from the light there is the warmth of this new day, and it looks to you, questioning whether you are prepared to accept it or not.