
trees don’t need to know
if the snow will stick or not
they’re good where they are

trees don’t need to know
if the snow will stick or not
they’re good where they are

sparkle of crystals
so easy for eyes to see -
hard for camera

with a golden heart
and a wig spun from the clouds
ready for weekend

sometimes the story
isn’t written in the light
but etched in shadows

cut off from our roots
beauty only lasts so long
without our grounding