So pure

The trees are bare and the sun is locked up in the cage made out of frost.

Our lands are stripped off their colorful garments while being forced to stand barren and frozen in time and place.

The world becomes a white globe of purity and sullen emptiness.

We stand here in the middle of a void storm with our cheeks and noses painted in the rosy red while the frost seeps through our veins, letting us linger between feeling alive and freezing off to death.

Then, with one look into this white reflection, where lies the cemetery of nature and the wasteland of missing sun, many realize how the world is sad and lonely without colorful wildflowers, chirping of newborn birds, fresh rays of the rising sun, the smell of freshly cut grass, and the hum of running river.

But I look at this sincerity the world has offered to us, not hidden in the veils of beauty and glamor but vast and bleak, and I have to wonder what the humanity would be like if stripped off its pretenses and riches and left to stand pure and naked just like this leafless oak tree in the middle of a February day.