Finding Your Truth At The Treeline

In the north

there is a line

where you leave

the trees behind

and walk upon

the frozen plain.

The tundra sleeps

beneath the drifts.

Their weight is swept

by the withering wind,

in the darkness of

the godless month.

In the stillness

of the night

the stars look down

upon the icy land

smothered in silence.

In the mountains

there is a line

where you leave

the trees behind

and climb among

the rocky peaks

and barren rock.

Where storms arrive

to push you off the edge

and send you

to the depths.

When you

cross that line

to search for truth

where sky joins land

your view is clear.

It shows a blended path

of blue and white.

You trace the lines

with fingertips

until

you reach the sky

and stand

upon the stars

to clearly see the truth.

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This story also appears on Medium by Tree Langdon, the author.