The trees whisper silence. The mockingbird has left. Death. A still throbbing Silence Mourns the rampant winter. The trees, torn from a raging wind Lay silent Cased in their icy tomb.
Boldly living life after recovery one step–at–a-time
The trees whisper silence. The mockingbird has left. Death. A still throbbing Silence Mourns the rampant winter. The trees, torn from a raging wind Lay silent Cased in their icy tomb.