by M.K. Powell
Alone, ignored,
The leaves, they went away in fall;
The tree is frozen,
Yet standing tall.
The winter tree
It's sleeping now;
But in spring, it will stir once more,
Wakened by the sun's warming glow.
Right now through the harsh winds of winter,
When animals retreat to their nests,
The tree stands lonely,
While the critters rest.
The scraggly branches
Reach up to the sky.
Remembering the summer days,
When life was peachy as pie.
Winter tree is dark against the sky,
But it stands tall and doesn't bend.
For in the spring,
the weather all will mend.
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