O tree,
How you have passed,
With patience,
Through snow and hail.
White flakes, falling,
a blink; they are frozen in dance.
O tree,
You brave soul.
You have made it to the end.
Frost; cutting, biting.
Your bark, damp and cold.
These withered twigs of yours;
Bare, spartan.
Yet you kept going.
Come now, feel my warmth.
Hear my words; a reward for you,
My brave little tree.
Bear my child of Winter;
The first flower of Spring.
A song to listen to: Jonsi - Grow Till Tall.
Gorgeous Collaberation with the handsome

c: He colored it while I did the lines.
GO LOOK AT HIS WORK!!
HE IS AMAZINGYou can look at the linework here---->

Art belongs to me &

ONLY! YOU NO TAKE OUR STUFFS >:U