The Nature Fabric

The needles of the cold
could still be felt in the winter night
even in the end of March
The worn out trees are still waiting
to be sewn by hands of the spring
the warmer needles of wind
As our dreams frequently weave
the nature just stitches on its own pace
including ourselves
just part of a grand fabric of life 
full of surprises
full of joy
and full of wonders