The flowers wilted months ago,

But some still stand in their roots,

Too afraid to move.

A flower is covered in snow,

Shivering underneath the weight of it all,

Knowing it can’t fall.

The trees covered in a white blanket,

Provide some protection to the flower,

But sometimes they can’t save it.

It’s cold, snowy, and heavy.

The clouds are dark and low,

The flower is wilting under the snow.