“The trees look so tall and slim during the winter time when they are stripped of their leaves, almost as if they had been on a diet of sorts“ Gun Roswell
Peekaboo through the trees I can finally see
The lamp was trying to grow oh so very tall, and as big and broad as the all mighty trees it was now permanently stuck in between. But as it was now the time of winter, the tall trees, had become slimmer, making the lamp a tad bolder and sure of its goals, because now, despite all the snow, it was becoming as detectable as the tall trees, as others could it actually see it, behind the dark branches, which during this season, were not so big and bold after all. Peeking from behind of the green leaves had never been fun for the lamp who was trying to shine its faded light to all beneath, but now, it seemed, that during this cold and dark season, it once again had a reason, a stance of its own even, shining the light between the snowy trees, and if possible, growing even taller, or at least, that was the lamps forever dream.