Tree bark

For a long time now, I have been watching the giant tree trunks hang like old skin.  It mesmerizes me unconditionally and it reminds me how we are getting renewed in every single second.  I believe the changes guide us to the light within.

I am refreshed and rejuvenated.  That old skin hanging off the trees is dancing with the wind reminding me of my Grandma.  I persevere, design and shape them, bringing a new life to the old, with a vision who sees, we are one love and light