In one season there are blooms and in a year there is life.
Let your imagination take you somewhere different.
The trees with their stressed limbs still stretched towards the sky in taut poses knowing that if they keep looking up, they’ll keep growing strong. I sat and quietly observed as they kept course as the wind swayed them side to side as it tested their resilience. Still they grew.
All does not have to be perfect nor full or bright. There still exists love in the darkness.