Trees in Winter
The trees play dead now,
waiting to spring upon us,
a glorious surprise.
We are not fooled by the appearance of trees in winter. They may look bare and stark and dead, but we know that they are just waiting for the right conditions to display their glory. A little sunshine, a little rain, a little love, and their hidden potential will burst forth.
Could it be the same with humans? We are not fooled by how the trees look in winter, but are we likely to be fooled by the appearance of those who do not appear to be smart, or social, or beautiful, or kind? What would happen if they received the right conditions? A little care, a little nurture, a little love. Is it possible that given the right conditions that they would display their glory, that their hidden potential would burst forth?