Snow capped peaks cut the ombré light of sunrise,
beyond a blurred rush of road side trees.
Their lanky arms lag with the same pearly white snow, taking on the appearance of silhouettes before the new light washes them with the colours of the forest.
It is almost as though they know the return of this new light is a guarantee,
As if they know the beauty of their temporarily heavy limbs bears purpose.
weighted and patient, the trees continue to breathe as their colours return for another day.