The seasons of every human being's life from birth to death are changing, maybe our hearts freeze with every winter fire or our hearts warm with the heat of summer, but without a doubt with every autumn a part of our hearts is torn from the branches and they are lost in this season. that we should wait for a spring whose roots have not lost the hope of sprouting, hope for a spring that grows a new bud in us.
And in the last season of our life, only these trees
It is our lives that last because they were rooted in the soil
