winter, they bear
Frigid temperatures, icy winds,
The weight of snow- alone in the elements.
Every spring, they thrive again, soaking in sunshine,
As temperatures gradually rise; another ring added to their
Weathered trunks. I want to be like an evergreen: a sign of strength,
Life, during a barren winter; emerging on the other side, stronger than when
The season began; grateful enough to welcome the warmth, rather than curse the sun.