Old man winter releases one last breath,
bitter March winds, leaving me so cold.
Null bare branches move on the orchard tree
Lifeless to the eye, but like the soul, the source is life.
Wasn't that long ago,
Lovers strolled through these same Orchard trees,
now strangers, sadness transfixed,
Intertwined in a withered field of dreams...
The orchard tree now bares a single tear,
Gazing upon two lovers, now barely friends.
The breeze it brings, so bitterly cold.
Trying to make sense of it all,
knowing how this season ends...
