THE BEAUTY OF TREES - WHEN WINTER WORKS OUT MAGIC

These pictures were shot around Renton, Washington State, U.S.A. Winter weaved magic all over the place.

THE BIGGEST FIND

Saddled with the burdens of life,
That sowed in me, seeds of strife,
I sulked at most of what life gave,
And wanted more of a perfect wave.


And while I was on an evening stroll,
I heard a kind of rock and roll.
And there I saw up in the sky,
The clouds dance with spirits so high.


I asked the clouds on what I saw,
As I watched the sky in stunning awe.
They told me that it was party time,
For all that life gave them each time.


Looking again, at the deep blue sky,
I just thought, and wondered why,
The sky looked great with a clouded drape,
But the clouds did lack a permanent shape.


I asked the clouds on what they felt,
On lying loose like wax that melt.
They told me it’s a role they play,
Where they loved being used like potter’s clay.


I told them that I could not see,
A bold and distinct identity,
They told me it’s a role they play,
Where God above had the final say.


I warned them that they would go on a loss,
When the winds would take them for a big toss,
But they told its best to lose oneself,
In serving others and thus find oneself.


I then realized how true it was,
To lose oneself while working for a cause,
For the best reward that we could have,
Is to find our self from all that we have.