Young Writers Project

i wonder if that barren winter tree shivers in the wind

wishing on its last leaf for the revitalizing life of spring to come sooner.

i wonder if that isolated cloud feels the weight of the rain it carries

We are such remarkable beings;

In the hearts we have learned to draw

beat our brilliance through persistence

and the way how even when we feel

as if our lungs have been shattered,

what was left of our love blown

In the dark of the night when the winds start to call 

and the leaves in the trees shake and tremble and fall 

there is something that moves like a shadowing thrall