imaginary boundaries

the branches have rotted and fallen from the old tree years ago
but the years spent alone have helped them keep their shape
the trees bend into unimaginable figures and carry a full head of snow
a little stream of water crawls through the ground and it is quiet
then the sun beats down and the stream slowly becomes a river
the flowers grow through the cracks on the ground and it is beautiful
and the trees began to sprout leaves until the leaves are plentiful
there is no doubt or uncertainty creating a disturbance here
nothing is blurry and there is no need to be hesitant
the wind is refreshing and the sun is heart-warming and sincere
and nothing you have in your heart is what this place represents
the time pases by ever so slowly but the snow creates a magnificent scene
and with a quick snap of a finger the snow will melt and the grass will be green
everything will be plain and evident and nothing will be suspicious
nothing will lose faith and the still air will prove to be propitious