The Dance of the Forest

I was looking out a tattered window, and glancing up at the evening sky.

I have never taken the time to appreciate how gorgeous trees are when there's a slight breeze making them dance as if they're talking to one another about old times, and laughter fills their being.

I noticed the leafless trees swaying ever so elegantly back and forth, branches slightly locking with the tree next door, seeming as if they were desperately reaching out and trying to grasp each other's hands.

Beauty is sometimes found in the most simplest of things.

Sometimes you just need to look up.

-The Girl wearing that Yellow Sundress