do not wither nor yield to the unforgiving winds
the leaves may grow again from the fall
the birds will flock the green shoots again
winds will bend the branches at your feet
that snow will melt in the farthest street
freezing winds do not spare the weak
even the mighty oak shudders and creep
for what once was, never remains a given
the tree of life does weak the riven
and restores the order in origin
darkness is but concealed light flipped on its head
only fires in the hearts sees the winter away to bring in the summer day