In the coldness of Winter, it is hard to see warmth.
The trees look like boney fingers, starved from the vitamins they so graciously accept.
The trees reach their branches as high as they can, still skimming through fog.
The cold air cracks the trees outer layer.
The cool breeze sneaks in, chilling the souls of the mighty trees.
The freshly fallen snow that seeks refuge on the tree’s branches, slowly finds a way to creep in.
The trees moan in the cold clutches of what seems to be never ending Winter.
They bend and sway in the wild wind, holding their ground.
If only a little sun would show to warm our brittle bark.
How much longer can they last this cold and wind trying to break their spirits.
All at once, the gray clouds start to break away.
An amber glow emerges. It gets bigger and bigger; stronger and stronger.
At last, all the clouds break away and alone there stands an amber glow of warmth.
The sun welcomes all the tree’s boney fingers. They raise up farther as in joyous acclaim.
The trees bend with their sway. The coldness starts to fade away.
The trees feel the vitamins they needed flowing through their sturdy bodies.
An energy of happiness is felt.
For no matter what, we all need each other. We can never give up hope.
We can never destroy, for our hands need to clutch that warmth.
An ever glow of warmth, pounding with an energy of love.