Trees

She stands on the edge of the ravine of this new park she chose to discover today, watching the trees.

She wasn't sure she wanted to venture on new trails, not when the old familiar is so comforting. But the park turned out to be better than she ever could have expected, she's glad she took the risk. Marshy woodlands flooded with spring wildflowers. Marsh marigolds alongside the gentle flowing creek, looking like hundreds of bright yellow bridesmaid bouquets stuck into the earth, waiting for the bridesmaids and the wedding to begin.

Now she stands on the platform looking at the deep ravine, listening to the storm force winds blow in the canopy of leafless trees overhead. She is amazed at the resilience of the trees, how they bend and sway, limbs clunking and cracking. It would be so easy, so understandable to just topple over in these strong winds and be done with it, no more storms to withstand. But no that is not the life they chose, they chose to stand strong, be flexible. The winds will end, and the sunshine will return.