Trees understand when to release what has been
And nourish the hope for tomorrow’s unseen
Leaving behind resplendent glory,
A memory, an image, an untold story
As if to say – “This is what’s hiding in the green.
But only a hint of what soon will show.”
For each leaf speaks, “Let go. Let go,
And trust the winter sleep to bring
What will surely become the hope of spring
From the fire that was ours that we drifted like snow.”