Writer: Anthony Salandy

Editor: Khaled Mohamed

Designer: Maram Mohamed

Barren trees sway as the wind overtakes

The final rustle of leaves that fall

So slowly to the darkened Earth-

That one is left to question

If nature may pursue a different path

Come spring,

For amongst a dark and despondent decay,

Sit dwellings that protect, or rather hide,

All humanity from a lasting frigidity-

That brings assurance of natural suffering,

For in the depths of winter can one find

A strange decay amongst the dullen landscape

That forces a silent retreat of swaying bodies-

That much like the trees, are forced into a submissive hibernation.