Lost In Sadness...

Sadly, I am waiting for the One who can set me free--

The time passes slowly, and I decide to plant a tree.

In spring it'd surely grow, but it is always winter here in me--

I watch the dead ground dry until it blurrs too much to see...

I try again, desperately, to will my seed to grow--

But still it is smothered by the layers of my snow.

The snow presses down upon me, and I've reached my lowest low--

And now I'm trapped in it's coldness, and noone even knows...