Red fruits in winter

A small nameless tree in the distance

The branches are studded with red fruits

On dry winter days

But it became an unusual scenery

The red fruit is really too small

So much so that not many people pay attention to it

A few fruits that fell to the ground

It was also trampled to pieces by passers-by without pity

Only its red

Inadvertently expressing a unique personality

I know

It's not a show-off of it

Maybe when it's snowing

The red fruit that was left at the head of the tree

in order to show a special mission

Provide life for hungry birds

No juicy dates

There is no peach apricot femininity

Silent red fruit

But in the cold winter season, there is a simple and unpretentious feeling