We are having longer winters
even the older generations feel it.
The cold lasts as the world stays white
and we dream of the blooming of the flowers.
Change is inevitable the seniors say
yet even they get scared when it happens.
Will there be a world left for our children?
Or will we see the destruction cumulate in our lifetime?
Until then I will dream of the tulips hiding under the snow
and wait for the day the lilacs bloom.