The winter wind blows its piercing cold The warmth that my leaves once gave to me has become nothing but a mere memory But I stand firm in the cold Waiting... For spring to arrive and melt my heart away The menacing wind peals away at my bark Seasons change, yet here I stand in the past Facing winter and its ferocious colds I yearn for the Sun, but clouds grant my wishes for warmth with the soft yet piercing touch of snow droplets My branches creak, deprived of life, the last of my strength rest in my roots They pray for nutrients, yet poison floods their tips. The winds grow stronger, colder Consuming the air with its bone shattering temperatures I stand firm in the snow, using the remainder of my strength to pray once more for my season to change Then I noticed... A leaflet sprouting from one of my branches, life How clueless I was to it In the blistering cold, the spring I yearned for was not a season to come from the sun or what was around But a season that would come from within... Suddenly, the cold ceases, accepting what has become inevitable.