Deciduous trees,
with their close-knit leaves,
slap and splash in the wind
as they please;
waving a waterfall
kind of sound
so happy and free
'til they fall to the ground.
The forest tones down
when winter arrives,
the fir trees song is all
that survives.
Hear the sad wind
as it howls through their hollows;
a forest filled with firs
carries with it winters' sorrows.
