In winter the trees are naked,
without any life on their branches,
suffering.
And I suffer,
for you.
In spring the trees have their life back,
colorful flowers on their arms
and the rain feels like tears of joy.
And I'm reborn,
for you.
In summer trees are completely alive,
the sun shines
making them happy and joyful.
And I'm happy,
for you.
In autumn leaves fall down to the ground,
they leave their trees,
their home,
to die in peace.
And I die,
for you.
