They stand bare to the limbs with their clothes resting lifeless beneath their trunks.
Cold air caress their nakedness,
Making evident their hunger for the warmth of the Sun.
Their silent call to Spring echos through the aether,
Revealing resilience as a testament to the innate knowledge that Time will give birth to new clothing,
Patiently trusting in the immutable laws coded in the cycles of life…
For Spring will lift Winter’s cold from their limbs and nakedness will vanish amidst their new beautiful green clothes!