after a few days the lemons that life gives you can be thrown away
you can hear the wind amid the modern chaos telling you, “be calm”
look at a mountain difficult to climb, then see it’s only a tree
it isn’t silent – machines work in the distance – but it feels silent
nature doesn’t need snow to gather on pine boughs yet it still happens
the pine tree cares not where it is planted, only if it can grow there
underneath the snow anything is possible but we know what’s there
a winter berry catches the snowfall because it can’t be eaten
the snow on the pine fleeting, will tomorrow be just a memory
the winter blue sky hides the possibility of severe frostbite
uptown jack 