This tree spoke to me today.
The tree is barren as the cold winds blow
Nothing to protect it from a mountain of snow
It's leaves are gone that may bring warmth
Gaining what it can from the soil of the Earth
You might feel sadness as you gaze at the twigs
Wishing that you could help it grow new sprigs
Knowing that it's life is out of your hands
But believing in its existence for all of man
It's much like an old body used up, and then
The springtime comes, and the buds begin
Showing new life, another year well done
Til next we are gone and a new tree begun
