A snapshot of life, captured in a mere instant, and my heart flutters and hungrily seeks beauty, always
Branches stretch up toward the heavens, hopeful for life, for one more drop of water before the last leaf drops to the ground
Still and naked, stripped bare, life snatched by winter. But is winter not death within life? Does it not hold the promise of renewed beauty and abundance, come spring?
Today came with such promise, as did yesterday, and with as much hope as will tomorrow. the last leaf will fall, and bare branches pleading for more will patiently wait...for their time, for another drop, for new life.