I'm on my way to houston and these trees in the scenery told me a story

The thought of the pine needles poking the palms of my hands and the smell of the dew that would overlay each of the tiny portions of the leaf and the images of a winter wonderland occupy my imagination as I am traveling on this second day of spring. I am not even one who is fond of the blizzarding season but those trees made me think of its beautiful display, one I prefer to witness from the inside of a warm home.
Now, as I pass through a forest of leafless and lifeless trees, a sense of sadness embodies the area. Its as if they are just staring as we pass by, hoping to be noticed, to be helped or relieved from the stale atmosphere they are trapped in. Hundreds and hundreds of withering and wilting bark stand there awaiting the moment when they will finally be beautiful again. When they will bloom and blossom and blow lightly in the days breeze. On occassion a pre-mature life will emerge from the darkness. One who is strong already, standing tall and confident and covered in the perfect outfit, adorned in ivory petals and swaying as if it had long blonde hair that the wind is running its fingers through.
My head has concocked this scenario where all of the sad trees are very envious of the springs first completion. That they don't understand why she is infact completed before they can even be consulted. Why she can proudly display the blue ribbon before the competition has even began. They are irritated by the methods of their creator and instead of being naked and proud, they turn cold, and bitter and slouch as if the are tapping their foot impatiently while they cross their arms and frown.
And as more and more beauties are visible as I continue down this road, the sad get sadder and the lively get livelier. It makes me wonder if the dark and dull are the ice queens of the winter time, the time when the pine trees really shine. Initially I extended some sorrow to these weeping woods but now I look at them almost in disgust because they feel entitled to the recognition and rewards, even if though they may not have demonstrated the dedication or effort those it is surrounded by have. And as the dantily decorated trees appeal to my view, I begin to admire the tallest tree on the road. The tree wilts for noone and no thing and understands its time will come when it is right. It has one bud beginning to blossom.