"Look at them," the young Oak whispered to the wind, his bark trembling with indignation. "They are giving up. They are letting the sky win."
"I am," the Oak admitted. "But I am not broken." trees that shed their leaves
He stood tall in the snow, no longer afraid of his bareness. He closed his eyes and waited, dreaming of the green that was yet to come. "Look at them," the young Oak whispered to
"Look at them," the young Oak whispered to the wind, his bark trembling with indignation. "They are giving up. They are letting the sky win."
"I am," the Oak admitted. "But I am not broken."
He stood tall in the snow, no longer afraid of his bareness. He closed his eyes and waited, dreaming of the green that was yet to come.