Trees bend and crack under the weight of snow,
If you look closely, something is ready to grow.
The frigid landscape shivers as something starts moving,
With the wind at its back, violently pushing,
Beneath an orange moon beginning to glow.
Thoughts of freedom drift through frozen air,
A quiet desperation the sun won’t repair.
Ice fractures slowly, revealing the ground,
Vegetation trembles without making a sound,
As sunlight warms the land—
too late to repair what was there.
Yellowed grass lies broken and thin,
The trees stand silent, unmoved within.
Bent to the will of a season’s hand,
Roots clutch tight to a shifting land,
While the wind forgets where it has been.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 12:42 PM UTC
Trees bend and crack under the weight of snow,
If you look closely, something is ready to grow.
The frigid landscape shivers as something starts moving,
With the wind at its back, violently pushing,
Beneath an orange moon beginning to glow.
Thoughts of freedom drift through frozen air,
A quiet desperation the sun won’t repair.
Ice fractures slowly, revealing the ground,
Vegetation trembles without making a sound,
As sunlight warms the land—
too late to repair what was there.
Yellowed grass lies broken and thin,
The trees stand silent, unmoved within.
Bent to the will of a season’s hand,
Roots clutch tight to a shifting land,
While the wind forgets where it has been.
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