Nostalgia passing me by

The simple things
like walking in the forest.
Autumn in the sky.
Cold breeze mixed with sunlight
which is aiming on my skin
through the leaves on every single tree.
Each symbolizes something.
It’s up to us what it is.
Imagination can be a powerful weapon.

Then,
finding my old artwork
carved in a tall tree.
My expressionism
which seems silly now.
Nostalgia wave hits
as I walk back to the reality.
Very different than my idea of reality.
It was something else then.
Growing old just like the tree
that carries the writing of a 13-years old girl
full of naivety.

I am older now.
Wiser?
Who claimed the amount of naivety is different?
The surrounding slightly changed itself.
As did I.

I breathe in and out
as I observe one more time.
I continue in the forest path.
And on the path of life.
Both unique and unexpectedly beautiful.