My feet see nature outside the balcony. The brown, broken, crumpled leaves have left the tree. A pair of squirrels run on the path like smooth branches. Green pods are everywhere on the tree. These pods have cotton in it in the summer months. The tree spends entire winter in letting the flowers become pods.
Pink, red new leaflets are seen at places. Barren, expect for the green pods and few instances of leafs it looks beautiful. Everything about us is like that too. We are so much like the season and it's changing shades. Patience and hard work, every grain of sand from the hourglass, everything needs momentum.
The energy, the fire in the cold night, the cracking dry wood to the drops of rain landing on the cracked earth and turning the soil to mud. The energy is us. The rain, the fire, the tree and changing seasons is us.
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