Author: Nathaniel B.

In the brisk embrace of the March wind,A tale of rebirth quietly pinned.Through the lanes it sweeps, bold and unkind,Bearing stories of winter left behind.With a painter’s touch, green strokes it lends,On trees standing tall, the canvas bends.Nature’s breath, in gusts that twist and twine,Crafting scenes with a flourish so divine.Yet within its howl, a…