The sunny afternoon on a cold day,
The chilly wind makes her sway,
She sways with her thoughts,
And the thoughts sway with the wait,
Waiting for the wind to stop,
And the winter holding the sunshine in a lock,
Locking the warmth forever,
Locking the life of trees as never,
How many winters will it take?
How many trees will be at stake?
She knows, it won’t be many…