The forest of time

This is the forest of time.
These trees have seen
A new beginning.

It's always snowing here,
In my memory.
A blank slate.

I can hear them talking,
Mingling and leaning in,
Giants above me.

I seek their faces as they sway,
Painting with light and shadows,
My blood on the ground.

This is the forest of time.
These trees have seen
Joy and suffering.

Today they greet me, like always,
But they say to me,
You've grown.