Berries laying under the snow,
Holding strong
Though the wind does blow.
And the storm is long,
The berries cling to the branches
Holding strong
Even in avalanches.
Never falling to the ground,
Birdsong fills the air, berries still
Holding strong
Until the birds begin to peck.
One by one,
Berries lose their hold.
My A-muse-ing Life 