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Winter may be my last departure but in Spring, I'll surely come back again.

As winter rolls in,
It's glistening flecks kiss the ground below.
Up high in the oak tree,
The very chilly wind tickles its branches.
Quivering above was I,
Holding my home in a tight grip.
The laughter of children is all around,
As their eyes marvel at the freezing magic show.
Oh how I too long to dance freely,
However I wait and wait till I see those familiar embers within that person's eyes.
Everyday walking past the great oak,
Words of gentle appreciation warms the very tips of the tree.
Eyes that burned endlessly,
Yet nowhere to escape.
A smile that was hidden amongst the shade of sadness,
A heart that proved to be quite stormy still harbored the sunshine past the clouds.
At last the very soul had arrived,
Glancing up with a melancholy riddled gaze.
Letting go of my home,
I eloped with the wind and gently brushed against his cheek.
A tear washed away my mark,
Yet never cry my dear.
I'll soon blossom once again,
Come visit me next year.

Author's Note

I know there a plenty of grammatical errors but every bit if advice is accepted. Also, what would be a fitting name for this?

Reviews

[Stephen]

Very interesting perspective. Although I have no idea of a title. Thanks for sharing!

[DoctorX]

Thank you very much!
And oh my, that is alright! I appreciate your kind comment though.
Thank you for reading. ^^