Even in this Immortal Winter I can hear the faint life instilled in the soul of bark and limb.
If only you, giant of living green, could soak up the wishes I have for you and ripen them into something tangible. Lady Willows, I long to see your braids of green caress the sweet scent of summer's air. And you, large Oak, produce for me shimmering dancers of emerald that cut the wind which gives them the beat to their rhythmical jitters. Not until the fellowship of earth's life comes to congregate again will you find me. My soul is with the earth; I live when it persists and I fade when it dies. So awaken dormant beauty!