The trees look too tired

The trees look too tired
To be woken up for spring
Why not let them sleep
In their winter dreams

I, too, am looking tired
Here I am awake
Jealous of the trees
Asleep beneath the flakes

All the words I speak
Enter into air
And die in their flight
Buried way out there

So, I will not speak
Trees are fast asleep
Too tired for the spring
Buried snowflakes deep