Right now, the wind blows through your branches
And you moan.
Your branches are bare and have lost color
For another winter.
But don’t worry.
Soon the freezing snow and sleet will melt away,
And the bitter chill will cease.
Your bare branches will grow green and healthy life again.
Soon enough, the wind will blow through your branches
And you will rustle as you dance.
And the rest of nature will pass their smile onto you once more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem