Winter –
the trees shake off their mistakes,
their sadness, their grace,
leaving their history
to be buried in the ground
of the past.
And when spring blooms again,
the trees begin anew.
Trees

Winter –
the trees shake off their mistakes,
their sadness, their grace,
leaving their history
to be buried in the ground
of the past.
And when spring blooms again,
the trees begin anew.