One cannot help, but listen.
Frozen, mossy, downed tree, May I sit upon thee? If you'd like, I can agree. Do note the frost on top of me. It's fine, I say, what's a little cold these days? When spring is almost here? Yes, tree, yes. Spring is in the air. Listen. One cannot help but listen. As the water rushes past. Thoughts, what thoughts! They do not last. Thank you for your time with me. Mossy downed and frozen tree. Oh, thank you for sitting quietly. Upon my world that passes free.