On Cold Winter Nights

On cold winter nights

When the fog roams

Over my head

I look at the stars.

I look at the long-standing trees

Throwing their long shadows around

I try to peep at the moon,

Hiding behind those trees.

Well, if you have seen

The stars, the trees, the moon

You will know that

The trees accept you

Just like you are.

They do not judge you.

They talk to you.

They listen to you.

Patiently.

They throw their dark and deep

Shadows over my head.

Enveloping me like a child

Letting me feel safe and sound

In their midst.

As the fog circles around my head.

On cold winter nights.