There are trees that I know that every year lose their leaves, and every spring grow new ones. The miracle of this is more in the trunk of the tree, where during the long cold death winter, they slow their growth, producing the rings that you see if you cut into the wood. The rings are the things that provide the strength and the structure to the tree; without them, even the most massive tree would fall over and break in a good wind. Lhe longer, colder, and harder the winter, the stronger the tree becomes.
Strength from adversity.
How does the tree know that spring has come? The days get longer, the air gets warmer, the sap flows, sluggish at first. It takes some time to wake.
The days are getting longer. The air is getting warmer. Sister moon begins to sing.
It is dark now. I can only see and hear with my mind, my senses long since past function. Everything is slowing, stopping, I can feel myself fragmenting, diffusing