Some folks will simply see a tree with branches split and broken,
While others see a winter death where not word is spoken,
When life is sapped from living things, when death has overtaken,
As sleep slips slowly on the scene and all life is forsaken.
Trees may appear to be lifeless, without a leaf to spare,
But within the trunk of that ancient beast, a heart is present there,
We cannot hear the rhythm of that heartbeat forever strong,
But beat it does, a life remains to join in spring’s sweetest song.
In winter we may be just like those dormantly, resting trees,
We’ve shed the coats of summer skin as life blows as it will please,
When spring arrives, our hearts still strive for new life forever more,
We don new skin, without and within, we live as once before.
A year now ends, the days are long, we hope for winter to leave,
It seems like cabin fever has hit, it’s so hard to perceive,
New life is just around the corner, the old withers and dies,
When days begin to grow longer, life returns before our eyes.