Feeling the coldness of the world
Exposed to the wicked winds
Beating it
Stealing the tree's warmth
The tree dies
The cruel world did it's job well
Stealing life
Bringing death
The coldness only gets worse
White flakes cover the dead
Like a blanket
But the blanket is cold
Over time the blanket melts
The sun shines longer and brighter
Flowers bloom
And in replace of the tree
Another one begins to grow
One of its' seeds of life
