Bare nature is still a gift;

It's empty but giving at the same time

The unexpected,

A world laid bare,

Yet throbbing with life,

Roots tremble under concrete,

As buds push through,

Seeking the sky.

While trees, like watchful eyes,

whisper stories,

Branches trembling

With excitement

Moss unfurls on the stone,

Greenery maps Laid on the timber.

Drawing the gaze upward,

Where sky and dreams align—

If you look closely,

The world reveals its wonders.

Birds dart through branches,

While a single leaf clings on

Seasons spiral,

And winter,

Though blanketed in silence,

Is not an end,

Its rest,

After a moment of holding my breath,

In the bare.