I am a Poet. One that just happens to write in a forest. As of late. I've been called to a special collection of trees at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, NC. In chapter twenty eight we put focus on the several seasons that God allows us to see on the outside. But we never see the wide array of colors another person might be displaying within. Through conversation we may see the storms of plenty. But what if God gave you the power to bring light to another persons darkness?