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 ne...

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Can you grasp a piece of midnight,

from the furthest reach of the sky,

when it seems nothing has gone right

and there’s no reason why?

Can you see yourself from the shadows,

in the place you’ve been hiding there,

then come to grips with who you are

and finally breathe the air?

For birds believe they’re born to fly.,

each seed knows it will grow.

So likewise...

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