all year long
i flourish like the trees in my garden
or the roses behind my house
when warmth leaves
and fall arrives
my leaves fall, too
in winter my
roots freeze up
frost creeps through my veins
until it reaches
my heart
and when there is nothing left
of the colourful beauty my blossoms carried
people decide to
cut me off
they forgot that I would have bloomed
even brighter
after I recovered from 
the cold

- winter depression