Soon the snow will melt
And after the snow has had it's time
The grass will grow again
And our trees will turn from skeletons to verdant forests
So it seems like now would be a great time
To start anew
I am tired
I am cold
And all I ask is for a hand to hold
So that we may grow new flowers
Ones that grow not in the ground
But within us
Flowers in the mind and the heart
A garden
Of sorts