From The Sweet Spring Rays
Wiltered and bare, Arms dipping towards the ground, Sleeping as the wind cuts through them, Dreaming of the warmth from the sweet spring rays. What once was bright greens are now just different shades of grey, Their proud beauty stripped away for a season as the whole place turns cold. They whisper softly into the air, Words no human can understand, Some days they even try to sway to a best only they can hear, As they wait for the warmth from the sweet spring rays. The days will pass soon... Sign in to see full entry.