I want to be like Birch
A bird in its white-clad branches
The wind against its bark
Winter naked it refuses to bow down
Bracing cold with straight back
To be like a birch tree – unwavering.
I want to be like Birch
A bird in its white-clad branches
The wind against its bark
Winter naked it refuses to bow down
Bracing cold with straight back
To be like a birch tree – unwavering.
