We Are Forced To Hug Trees

we are forced to hug the trees to revere our relationships we are compelled to look inward this may possibly be what the world has been needing a return to the truth of ourselves, the possibility of renewal although forced by circumstances, this could be a new beginning pink tulips with dew which might have been ignored may have an opportunity to reach out and whisper her name a willingness to get to know our neighbors might prevail now soul could be nurtured better than ever as we reclaim the idealistic hope and faith we experienced as children; this may be a new beginning.